4 THE PENITENT was left in charge of my father’s shop. Aman passed, crying, ‘Little lambs, all white and clean, at one penny each.’ In my eagerness to get one I lost all self-command, and taking a penny from the drawer, I made the purchase. 1 My keen-eyed mother inquired how I came by the money. I evaded the question with something like a lie. In God’s sight it was a lie, as I kept back the truth. The lamb was placed on the chimney shelf, and was much admired. To me it was a source of inexpressible anguish; continually there sounded in my ears and heart, “ Thou shalt not
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