I let her bawl away, to her heart's content, KITTY O'SHEA and the rest of it till at last she called that lady a name that I won't sully this Christmas board nor your ears, ma'am, nor my own lips by repeating. What his sin was we cannot say. It is the work of our forefathers. The rhythm died out at once; the cry of his heart was broken.
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