Capitolo 8
again and again to forgive me; what I didn't mean to answer her this way
unkindly--that I knew that I was become a very bad girl, but that me
really feel very unhappy. For some minutes she was silent, and me
you/he/she could see you/he/she was fighting for suppressing the torn wounds my had unusual behavior
caused. I won't do anybody excuse, Mary had a preference for to enter on this way
I draft the details; for me I know how you love my mother, and that every word
she says it is _almost_ as jewel to you as to his/her his/her own children--_quite_
you/he/she cannot be; and I also give him this account, that you can know me as
I am, and it don't imagine me they are so free from guilts as me I know once her
believes me. Oh, when I have looked again in that day, I have felt this way
painfully humiliated, I would banish gladly the memory; but it is
better for me to remember him/it, so that not I should imagine me best that me
it is. Every word she told that kind and tone of persuasive you/he/she was engraved
on my heart, also as her he/she spoke. You easily convinced me and fully of
my guilt in to allow so imaginary evils to do me this way
they put: for that they was but imaginary it was to discover effortless. Not
an only benediction was able I say me I had lost. Everybody that I have loved was around me, in
health and the happiness--every comfort of the life was the same; and it was able him/it
is possible, they said mother, that the mere departure from a favourite
residence, and only for some months, you/he/she could so entirely make me
you blind to the a lot of benedictions that my Paradisiacal Father had sprinkled around me.
As she spoke, a film appeared remote from my eyes and the enormousness of
my behavior was standing in the true his/her colours in front of me for the first time. ME
saw--I knew how sinful I had been me; and bitterly I repented that I had
he/she didn't confess every feeling to mother, instead of hiding them as me I had
fact, in my his/her own heart, and brooding on them up to him became some kind of
pleasure to do so, and thin to evils I day-dream the true one they produced. I cried