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--
You
are
very
young
,
my
child
,
he
said
,
and
let
me
implore
of
you
to
give
up
that
sin
.
It
is
a
terrible
sin
.
It
kills
the
body
and
it
kills
the
soul
.
It
is
the
cause
of
many
crimes
and
misfortunes
.
Give
it
up
,
my
child
,
for
God
's
sake
.
It
is
dishonourable
and
unmanly
.
You
can
not
know
where
that
wretched
habit
will
lead
you
or
where
it
will
come
against
you
.
As
long
as
you
commit
that
sin
,
my
poor
child
,
you
will
never
be
worth
one
farthing
to
God
.
Pray
to
our
mother
Mary
to
help
you
.
She
will
help
you
,
my
child
.
Pray
to
Our
Blessed
Lady
when
that
sin
comes
into
your
mind
.
I
am
sure
you
will
do
that
,
will
you
not
?
You
repent
of
all
those
sins
.
I
am
sure
you
do
.
And
you
will
promise
God
now
that
by
His
holy
grace
you
will
never
offend
Him
any
more
by
that
wicked
sin
.
You
will
make
that
solemn
promise
to
God
,
will
you
not
?
--
Yes
,
father
.
The
old
and
weary
voice
fell
like
sweet
rain
upon
his
quaking
parching
heart
.
How
sweet
and
sad
!
--
Do
so
my
poor
child
.
The
devil
has
led
you
astray
.
Drive
him
back
to
hell
when
he
tempts
you
to
dishonour
your
body
in
that
way
--
the
foul
spirit
who
hates
our
Lord
.
Promise
God
now
that
you
will
give
up
that
sin
,
that
wretched
wretched
sin
.
Blinded
by
his
tears
and
by
the
light
of
God
's
mercifulness
he
bent
his
head
and
heard
the
grave
words
of
absolution
spoken
and
saw
the
priest
's
hand
raised
above
him
in
token
of
forgiveness
.
--
God
bless
you
,
my
child
.
Pray
for
me
.
He
knelt
to
say
his
penance
,
praying
in
a
corner
of
the
dark
nave
;
and
his
prayers
ascended
to
heaven
from
his
purified
heart
like
perfume
streaming
upwards
from
a
heart
of
white
rose
.
The
muddy
streets
were
gay
.
He
strode
homeward
,
conscious
of
an
invisible
grace
pervading
and
making
light
his
limbs
.
In
spite
of
all
he
had
done
it
.
He
had
confessed
and
God
had
pardoned
him
.
His
soul
was
made
fair
and
holy
once
more
,
holy
and
happy
.
It
would
be
beautiful
to
die
if
God
so
willed
.
It
was
beautiful
to
live
in
grace
a
life
of
peace
and
virtue
and
forbearance
with
others
.
He
sat
by
the
fire
in
the
kitchen
,
not
daring
to
speak
for
happiness
.
Till
that
moment
he
had
not
known
how
beautiful
and
peaceful
life
could
be
.
The
green
square
of
paper
pinned
round
the
lamp
cast
down
a
tender
shade
