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'
He
spoke
in
hard
and
angry
earnest
,
if
a
man
ever
did
,
'
replied
the
girl
,
shaking
her
head
.
'
He
is
an
earnest
man
when
his
hatred
is
up
.
I
know
many
who
do
worse
things
;
but
I
'd
rather
listen
to
them
all
a
dozen
times
,
than
to
that
Monks
once
.
It
is
growing
late
,
and
I
have
to
reach
home
without
suspicion
of
having
been
on
such
an
errand
as
this
.
I
must
get
back
quickly
.
'
'
But
what
can
I
do
?
'
said
Rose
.
'
To
what
use
can
I
turn
this
communication
without
you
?
Back
!
Why
do
you
wish
to
return
to
companions
you
paint
in
such
terrible
colors
?
If
you
repeat
this
information
to
a
gentleman
whom
I
can
summon
in
an
instant
from
the
next
room
,
you
can
be
consigned
to
some
place
of
safety
without
half
an
hour
's
delay
.
'
'
I
wish
to
go
back
,
'
said
the
girl
.
'
I
must
go
back
,
because
--
how
can
I
tell
such
things
to
an
innocent
lady
like
you
?
--
because
among
the
men
I
have
told
you
of
,
there
is
one
:
the
most
desperate
among
them
all
;
that
I
ca
n't
leave
:
no
,
not
even
to
be
saved
from
the
life
I
am
leading
now
.
'
Your
having
interfered
in
this
dear
boy
's
behalf
before
,
'
said
Rose
;
'
your
coming
here
,
at
so
great
a
risk
,
to
tell
me
what
you
have
heard
;
your
manner
,
which
convinces
me
of
the
truth
of
what
you
say
;
your
evident
contrition
,
and
sense
of
shame
;
all
lead
me
to
believe
that
you
might
yet
be
reclaimed
.
Oh
!
'
said
the
earnest
girl
,
folding
her
hands
as
the
tears
coursed
down
her
face
,
'
do
not
turn
a
deaf
ear
to
the
entreaties
of
one
of
your
own
sex
;
the
first
--
the
first
,
I
do
believe
,
who
ever
appealed
to
you
in
the
voice
of
pity
and
compassion
.
Do
hear
my
words
,
and
let
me
save
you
yet
,
for
better
things
.
'
'
Lady
,
'
cried
the
girl
,
sinking
on
her
knees
,
'
dear
,
sweet
,
angel
lady
,
you
ARE
the
first
that
ever
blessed
me
with
such
words
as
these
,
and
if
I
had
heard
them
years
ago
,
they
might
have
turned
me
from
a
life
of
sin
and
sorrow
;
but
it
is
too
late
,
it
is
too
late
!
'
'
It
is
never
too
late
,
'
said
Rose
,
'
for
penitence
and
atonement
.
'
'
It
is
,
'
cried
the
girl
,
writhing
in
agony
of
her
mind
;
'
I
can
not
leave
him
now
!
I
could
not
be
his
death
.
'
'
Why
should
you
be
?
'
asked
Rose
.
'
Nothing
could
save
him
,
'
cried
the
girl
.
'
If
I
told
others
what
I
have
told
you
,
and
led
to
their
being
taken
,
he
would
be
sure
to
die
.
He
is
the
boldest
,
and
has
been
so
cruel
!
'
'
Is
it
possible
,
'
cried
Rose
,
'
that
for
such
a
man
as
this
,
you
can
resign
every
future
hope
,
and
the
certainty
of
immediate
rescue
?
It
is
madness
.
'
