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Then he glanced at Lucy, in whose face petty anxieties had marred the smiles.
It was Tars Tarkas, and I could read his thoughts as they were an open book for the undisguised loathing upon his face.
He had sinned mortally not once but many times and he knew that, while he stood in danger of eternal damnation for the first sin alone, by every succeeding sin he multiplied his guilt and his punishment.
"Oh, Sara," Ermengarde almost wailed in her reproachful dismay.
