“You may not leave. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty
grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived
between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s
hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he
imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. 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. Here was no crooked soul; a little
weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. ”
“Well, fuck you too. "
After making several ineffectual attempts to keep himself above water, Sir
Rowland sunk, and his groans, which had become gradually fainter and fainter,
were heard no more.
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