Charlotte had never seen death before. She noticed now the queer shade of grey in the complexion, the short and labored breath. She felt puzzled by these signs, for though she had never seen death, this grayness, this shortness of breath, were scarcely unfamiliar. "I'm dying," continued the man. "I don't much care; weren't it fur Hetty there, I'd be rayther glad. I never 'ad a chance since the old master sent me to prison. I'd ha' lived respectable enough ef the old master 'ad bin merciful that time. But once in prison, always in prison fur a friendless chap like me. I never wanted to steal agen, but I jest 'ad to, to keep the life in me. I could get no honest work hanywhere; then at last I took cold, and it settled yere," pointing to his sunken chest, "and I'm going off, sure as sure!" "He ain't like to live another twenty-four hours, so the doctor do say," interrupted the wife. "No, that's jest it. Yesterday a parson called. I used ter see the jail chaplain, and I never could abide him, but this man, he did speak hup and to the point. He said as it wor a hawful thing to die unforgiven. He said it over and over, until I wor fain to ax him wot I could do to get furgiven, fur he did say it wor an hawful thing to die without having parding." "Oh, it must be, it must be!" said Charlotte, suddenly clasping her hands very tightly together. "I axed him how I could get it from God h'Almighty, and he told me, to tell him, the parson, first of all my whole story, and then he could _adwise_ me; so I hup and telled him heverything, hall about that theft as first tuk me to prison and ruined me, and how 'ard the old master wor, and I telled him another thing too, for he 'ad sech a way, he seemed to draw yer werry 'art out of you. Then he axed me ef I'd furgiven the old master, and I said no, fur he wor real, real 'ard; then he said so solemn-like, 'That's a great, great pity, fur I'm afraid as God can't furgive you, till you furgives.' Arter that he said a few more words, and prayed awhile, and then he went away. I could not sleep hall night, and to-day I called Hetty there, over, and she said as she'd do her werry best to bring either the old master yere, or you miss, and you see you are come; 'tis an awful thing to die without parding, that's why I axed you to come." "Yes," said Charlotte very softly. "Please, miss, may a poor dying feller, though he ain't no better nor a common, common thief, may he grip, 'old of yer and?" "With all my heart." "There now, it don't seem so werry 'ard. _Lord Jesus, I furgives Mr. Harman._ Now I ha' said it. Wife dear, bring me hover that little box, that as I allers kep' so close." His wife brought him a tiny and very dirty cardboard box. "_She_ kep' it when I wor locked up; I allers call it my bit o' revenge. I'll give it back now. Hetty, open it." Hetty did so, taking from under a tiny bit of cotton-wool a worn, old-fashioned wedding-ring.