She sank into her seat again, and looked at the evening sky as she went on: "I repented. It was a resolve taken in desperation. That singing out of tune was only like a fit of illness; it went away. I repented; but it was too late. I could not go back. All things hindered, me--all things."

Looking at the evening sky, she went on: "I repented. That singing out of tune was only like a fit of illness; it went, and I repented; but it was too late. I could not go back."
