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Chapter 40

           ‘Yourhavinginterferedinthisdearboy’sbehalfbefore,’saidRose;‘yourcominghere,atsogreatarisk,totellmewhatyouhaveheard;yourmanner,whichconvincesmeofthetruthofwhatyousay;yourevidentcontrition,andsenseofshame;allleadmetobelievethatyoumightyetbereclaimed.Oh!’saidtheearnestgirl,foldingherhandsasthetearscourseddownherface,‘donotturnadeafeartotheentreatiesofoneofyourownsex;thefirstthefirst,Idobelieve,whoeverappealedtoyouinthevoiceofpityandcompassion.Dohearmywords,andletmesaveyouyet,forbetterthings.

           ‘Lady,’criedthegirl,sinkingonherknees,‘dear,sweet,angellady,youAREthefirstthateverblessedmewithsuchwordsasthese,andifIhadheardthemyearsago,theymighthaveturnedmefromalifeofsinandsorrow;butitistoolate,itistoolate!’

           ‘Itisnevertoolate,’saidRose,‘forpenitenceandatonement.

           ‘Itis,’criedthegirl,writhinginagonyofhermind;‘Icannotleavehimnow!Icouldnotbehisdeath.

           ‘Whyshouldyoube?’askedRose.

           ‘Nothingcouldsavehim,’criedthegirl.‘IfItoldotherswhatIhavetoldyou,andledtotheirbeingtaken,hewouldbesuretodie.Heistheboldest,andhasbeensocruel!’

           ‘Isitpossible,’criedRose,‘thatforsuchamanasthis,youcanresigneveryfuturehope,andthecertaintyofimmediaterescue?Itismadness.

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