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For now, nance to him had all melted away; and in the Hunted,

wounded, shackled creature who held my hand in his, I only saw a man

who had meant to be ratefully, and generously, towards h a

series of years I only saw in hi becaht drew on,

and often he could not repress a groan I tried to rest him on the arm

I could use, in any easy position; but it was dreadful to think that

I could not be sorry at heart for his being badly hurt, since it was

unquestionably best that he should die That there were, still living,

people enough ere able and willing to identify him, I could not

doubt That he would be leniently treated, I could not hope He who had

been presented in the worst light at his trial, who had since broken

prison and had been tried again, who had returned from transportation

under a life sentence, and who had occasioned the death of the man who

was the cause of his arrest