I could only direct her to that Source of pardon and peace to which the broken and contrite heart never appeals in vain.
"In the mean time Robert Barnet shipped on board a Labrador vessel.

The night before he left he called on me, and put in my hand a sum of money, small indeed, but all he could then command.
"'You will see her often,' he said.

'Do not let her suffer; for she is more to be pitied than blamed.' "I answered him that I would do all in my power for her; and added, that I thought far better of her, contrite and penitent as she was, than of some who were busy in holding her up to shame and censure.
"'God bless you for these words!' he said, grasping my hand.

'I shall think of them often.

They will be a comfort to me.' "As for Julia, God was more merciful to her than man.