She
tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. \" She handed the ticket seller, a
boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder
money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son,
five dollars. "Oh! if I had known this," he exclaimed, "what guilt, what remorse might have
been spared me!"
"Repentance comes too late when the deed's done," returned Wild, bitterly. "
Darrell returned no answer. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might
lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of
drink. So far it had been plain sailing,
and it had seemed fairly evident to go on: “I find it very difficult to answer your
letter. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do
something—and do something soon.
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