“God alone can judge as to the extent of his punishments.”
She got to her feet, wearily.
“I feel no hope—I feel no courage, but—I will try. I see what you mean—that my punishment is my powerlessness.”
He bent his head.
“You are so strong—perhaps you can help me.”
“I shall always be ready,” he replied.
He escorted her down the steps to the dark blue brougham with upstanding, chestnut horses which was waiting at the curb. But Mrs. Constable turned to the footman, who held open the door.
“You may stay here awhile,” she said to him, and gave Hodder her hand....
She went into the church....
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