"
"He will never get another chance. He cannot get a situation now."
"I will work for both. It will only be me instead of him, and that's no
difference; he belongs to me as much as I do to him. If he had only kept
nothing from me, nothing of this would have happened.--Do come, Corney,
while I am able to walk; I feel as if I were going to die."
"And this is the woman I was such a savage to last night!" said Mr.
Raymount to himself.
"Forgive me, Amy!" he cried, stretching out his arms to her. "I have
behaved like a brute! To strike my son's wife! I deserve to be hanged
for it! I shall never forgive myself! But you must forgive me for
Christ's sake."
Long ere he had ended Amy was in his arms, clinging to him--he holding
her fast to his bosom.
The strong man was now the weaker; the father and not the daughter wept.
She drew back her head.
"Come, Corney," she cried; "come directly! Out of your bed and down on
your knees to your own blessed father, and confess your sins. Tell him
you're sorry for them, and you'll never do them again."
Corney obeyed: in some strange, lovely way she had got the mistressship
of his conscience as well as his heart.
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