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 Gentle of speech she answered me:— "Sir, I was sick with revelry. True, I have scarred the night with sin, A pale and tawdry heroine; But once I heard a voice that said 'Who lives in sin is surely dead, But whoso turns to follow Me Hath joy and immortality.

"O Mary, not for this," I cried, "Didst thou renounce thy scented pride. Not for a prize of endless years, Or barren joy apart from tears Didst thou desert the courts of men. Tell me thy truth, sweet Magdalen!"

She trembled, and her eyes grew dim:— "For love of Him, for love of Him."