. Luttrell of Arran. lanned; it may be, that some other road must befound to help this poor, forlorn, friendless old man. Let me atleast see him; let me give him what comfort a few kind wordscan give; let him know that he has sympatliy in his hour ofsadness. Sympathy with the felon—sympathy with the murderer, I havenone. 1 feel shame—bitter, bitter shame, that I cannot disclaimhim—disavow him. My own miserable rashness and folly broughtme to this, but when I descended to their poverty, I did not descendto tlicir crimes. Well, said she, haughtily, / have no such excuses to sheltermc. I am of th
. Luttrell of Arran. lanned; it may be, that some other road must befound to help this poor, forlorn, friendless old man. Let me atleast see him; let me give him what comfort a few kind wordscan give; let him know that he has sympatliy in his hour ofsadness. Sympathy with the felon—sympathy with the murderer, I havenone. 1 feel shame—bitter, bitter shame, that I cannot disclaimhim—disavow him. My own miserable rashness and folly broughtme to this, but when I descended to their poverty, I did not descendto tlicir crimes. Well, said she, haughtily, / have no such excuses to sheltermc. I am of them by blood, as I am in heart. Ill not deserthim. May your choice be fortvmate, said he, with mockery: butremember, young woman, that when once you pass under the lintelof tlie gaol, yoii forfeit every right to enter here again. It is butfair tluit you know it. 1 know it, Sir ; good-bye. She stooped to take his hand, butLe drew it ruchly from her, and she raised the skirt of his coat toiier lips and kis-sLd it-.
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