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His Laws Once Broken, His Justice And The Very Nature Of Those Laws Bring The Immutable Retribution; But If We Turn Penitently To Him, He Enables Us To Bear Our Punishment With A Meek And Docile Heart, ‘for His Mercy Endureth Forever.

Really It Is Very Wholesome Exercise, This Trying To Make One's Words Represent One's Thoughts, Instead Of Merely Looking To Their Effect On Others.

Yes! He Knew How She Would Love. He Had Not Loved Her Without Gaining That Instinctive Knowledge Of What Capabilities Were In Her. Her Soul Would Walk In Glorious Sunlight If Any Man Was Worthy, By His Power Of Loving, To Win Back Her Love.

For All His Pain, He Longed To See The Author Of It. Although He Hated Margaret At Times, When He Thought Of That Gentle Familiar Attitude And All The Attendant Circumstances, He Had A Restless Desire To Renew Her Picture In His Mind - A Longing For The Very Atmosphere She Breathed. He Was In The Charybdis Of Passion, And Must Perforce Circle And Circle Ever Nearer Round The Fatal Centre.

One Word More. You Look As If You Thought It Tainted You To Be Loved By Me. You Cannot Avoid It. Nay, I, If I Would, Cannot Cleanse You From It. But I Would Not, If I Could. I Have Never Loved Any Woman Before: My Life Has Been Too Busy, My Thoughts Too Much Absorbed With Other Things. Now I Love, And Will Love. But Do Not Be Afraid Of Too Much Expression On My Part.