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‘
Reparation
!
’
said
she
.
‘
Yes
,
truly
!
It
is
easy
for
him
to
talk
of
reparation
,
fresh
from
journeying
and
junketing
in
foreign
lands
,
and
living
a
life
of
vanity
and
pleasure
.
But
let
him
look
at
me
,
in
prison
,
and
in
bonds
here
.
I
endure
without
murmuring
,
because
it
is
appointed
that
I
shall
so
make
reparation
for
my
sins
.
Reparation
!
Is
there
none
in
this
room
?
Has
there
been
none
here
this
fifteen
years
?
’
Thus
was
she
always
balancing
her
bargains
with
the
Majesty
of
heaven
,
posting
up
the
entries
to
her
credit
,
strictly
keeping
her
set
-
off
,
and
claiming
her
due
.
She
was
only
remarkable
in
this
,
for
the
force
and
emphasis
with
which
she
did
it
.
Thousands
upon
thousands
do
it
,
according
to
their
varying
manner
,
every
day
.
‘
Flintwinch
,
give
me
that
book
!
’
The
old
man
handed
it
to
her
from
the
table
.
She
put
two
fingers
between
the
leaves
,
closed
the
book
upon
them
,
and
held
it
up
to
her
son
in
a
threatening
way
.
‘
In
the
days
of
old
,
Arthur
,
treated
of
in
this
commentary
,
there
were
pious
men
,
beloved
of
the
Lord
,
who
would
have
cursed
their
sons
for
less
than
this
:
who
would
have
sent
them
forth
,
and
sent
whole
nations
forth
,
if
such
had
supported
them
,
to
be
avoided
of
God
and
man
,
and
perish
,
down
to
the
baby
at
the
breast
.
But
I
only
tell
you
that
if
you
ever
renew
that
theme
with
me
,
I
will
renounce
you
;
I
will
so
dismiss
you
through
that
doorway
,
that
you
had
better
have
been
motherless
from
your
cradle
.
I
will
never
see
or
know
you
more
.
And
if
,
after
all
,
you
were
to
come
into
this
darkened
room
to
look
upon
me
lying
dead
,
my
body
should
bleed
,
if
I
could
make
it
,
when
you
came
near
me
.
’
In
part
relieved
by
the
intensity
of
this
threat
,
and
in
part
(
monstrous
as
the
fact
is
)
by
a
general
impression
that
it
was
in
some
sort
a
religious
proceeding
,
she
handed
back
the
book
to
the
old
man
,
and
was
silent
.
‘
Now
,
’
said
Jeremiah
;
‘
premising
that
I
’
m
not
going
to
stand
between
you
two
,
will
you
let
me
ask
(
as
I
have
been
called
in
,
and
made
a
third
)
what
is
all
this
about
?
’
‘
Take
your
version
of
it
,
’
returned
Arthur
,
finding
it
left
to
him
to
speak
,
‘
from
my
mother
.
Let
it
rest
there
.
What
I
have
said
,
was
said
to
my
mother
only
.
’
