The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. ‘We mean you no harm,’ he said reassuringly. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. ’ ‘Alas. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven.
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