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"Peter?" said he at last, speaking hardly above a whisper; "but

you 'm dead, Peter, dead--I killed--'ee"

"No," I answered, "you didn't kill e indeed, I wish you

had--you cae it

And, George--I'm very desolate--won't you shake hands with a very

desolatethat I have always been your

friend, and a true and loyal one, then, give me your hand; if

not--if you think me still the despicable traitor you once did,

then, let us go into the field yonder, and if you can ood and all this time--why, so much the

better Coe turned and led the way to a narrow

lane a little distance beyond "The Bull," and fro come thither, I took off my coat and neckerchief,

but this tih indeed

it was fair enough But Black George stood half turned fromoddly

"Peter," said he, in his slow, heavy way, "never clench ye fists

to me--don't--I can't abide it But oh, man, Peter! 'ow may I

clasp 'ands wi' a chap as I've tried to kill--I can't do it,