A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. “Father,” she cried, “I have to live!” He misunderstood her. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard.
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