Mezzoni the Brigand — page 110: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

- She sat, as we have seen, with her face covered by — “her hands and dreamed, as it were, while awake— her great crime ever staring her in the face, and a — O nadewy vision of her dead husband floating in her a ee morbid imagination. : - “There is no turning back now,’’ she repeated to herself. ‘‘It is too late—too late! Ah, is the bitter cup of repentance to be drank so quickly?” she | 4 dded, with a shudder. : i 7 . At = F a -,