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'One day, Oh! never shall I forget it, I went as usual to the confessional to acknowledge my sins. I knelt before the father with eyes bent towards the earth, and in a low voice proceeded to confess. I had but one crime to deplore, and that was the too tender remembrance of him for whom I mourned, and whose idea, impressed upon my heart, made it a blemished offering to God. “What did they say?” asked Bob, quickly. “That’s great!” said Steve Whitney. “Now go ahead and spin me the whole yarn.”.
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