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upon (1
lint the sea
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, ,1 \\ilh the Dead Man's
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BLIND
HK'IV l
" But when you di-covcred who he was, of -whom you were
in pursuit, why did you not warn liim of his danger V
laie. Tito whole island was snri-onmled,
mid the affair had been put into the nandfl of a man wL
i I
, knew not what it was in :< pal u or to pity.
1 In appear as the murderer of 1113- l.i
thought 1 would linger
ill the Mass cavern imt.l all
lu my horror and agitation, I quite forgot the
tide, and when I did remember, it was too late my
t, taken, probably, by some of the people
i:i the hurry of departure, and as a Lust hope of safety I
; but I put out ray shoulder in doing o. "
aneJ ;
I ividly
the whole scene of that woful day
IK fore her imagination that all her old feel-
:l, nud s;:o withdrew her hand; but remembering
ho was trying to imitate, she repressed
vul-'e, und one* '-it in that of her uncle.
. id :
'. enient, he felt it, guessed
its metm-
-give me, Ma; ,
. you cauuot love nie no one will ever love mo ; any
it is your duty, but you
" Do n t say so indeed, indeed, I will love you." May an-
re others who will love you bet-
i wife, a child."
" No," said the squire, groaning, "she is dead, and the child
i to .shudder at the sight of his guilty father."
and how He has made my crime to be my chastise-
punished ;
ment ! The brotix i- v.liom I murdered, not because I hated
him, but because I hated the religion of which ha was a miuis-
ter. And I
s, who use 1 to smile so brightly at the very
ig of my footsteps to see her grow pale, and languid,
and lifeless in the untold horrors of her soul to feel she was
;osphere of my guilt ; and,
at last, to watch her :d not in my arms for even in
struggle' with the terror which the
"And the child, the poor child !" cried May, wringing her
uneie's In -mis iu her strong sympathy with his woe.
"It was all the same he had marked his mother's brow
grow pale us L 1 d her \oice to quiver as
: my inquiries, and so he learned to do the
like! And lumsid as he ib to tears, and almost too old for
flu in (for the boy is :
it i'i '.
r the grave
T." M.,y r the father, and the,
:iiie!i lie r
.urting s>
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t have
inethii g 1i
'.-ad.
i upon the child my son
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lii'e will be spent in
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