“What is the good of talking?” said her brother. He waited. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy.
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