Mrs.March knelt remorsefully at the grave. “It’s my fault that we will never hear your cheery singing again,” she murmured. “If I had only done things differently, this never would have happened to you, but I was so thoughtless.”
She steadied her lips and went on, “I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me, Pip?”
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