She looked up tearfully into Felicita's wan and shrunken face.
"Did any one ever win back their good name ?" asked Felicita with quivering lips.
"Among us they do sometimes," she answered.

"I knew a working-man who had been in jail five years, and he became a Christian while he was there, and he came back home to his own village.

He was one of the best men I ever knew, and when he died there was such a funeral as had never been seen in the parish church.

Why should it not be so?
If God is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, why shouldn't we forgive?
If we are faithful and just, we shall." "It could never be," said Felicita; "it cannot be the same as if Roland had not been guilty.

No one can blot out the past; it is eternal." "Yes," she replied, covering Felicita's hand with kisses and tears; "but oh, we love him more now than ever.