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Chapter 11
RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL. "My heart, once soft as woman's tear, is gnarled With gloating on the ills I cannot cure." ELLIOTT. "Then guard and shield her innocence, Let her not fall like me; 'Twere better, Oh! a…
RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL. "My heart, once soft as woman's tear, is gnarled With gloating on the ills I cannot cure." ELLIOTT. "Then guard and shield her innocence, Let her not fall like me; 'Twere better, Oh! a…