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The evil they had done spoke in the voice of nature, out of the darkness, and was interpreted by each according to his hopes and fears Fear was their predo sense For years they had lived with soeance, of pursuit, of starvation, of lack of drink or gold, of blood and death, of stronger men, of luck, of chance, of fate, of mysterious nameless force Wilson was the type of fearless spirit, but he endured theand implacable fear of all--that of himself--that he must inevitably fall to deeds beneath hisbecause hope was at lowest ebb; listening because the weird, black silence, with its h of brook, co for sleep, for the hours to pass, for whatever was to coht the first inti doom