"I have slain a man to my bruising, and a young man to my hurt," murmured the dying man, "and I should--God forgive me that I have shrunk and trembled from this fearful penalty--I should pay back blood for blood in the sight of man. Christian, hear me: I acknowledge Him, my Saviour--my Lord--my King. I acknowledge His work--only not for this--for this I must render justice in the sight of men. Let me go--I have trembled for it all these dreadful years--I have hid me from the very sunshine for its fear--I have doomed them--God bless them! God, out of his gracious heaven, send down the blessings of the covenant upon them! whom I shall never look upon in this world again--to exile and shame for me. Christian, let me go--I see it all now--my eyes are opened. Let me pay the price--then there may be peace; whoso sheddeth man's blood--Christian, let me go!" "Patrick," said Christian Lillie, "you have told me when your mind was clear that this deed was not wilful, nor springing from a heart of evil against him that is gone. Tell me again. Patrick!--do you mind how he fled into the sacred city in the ancient Israel, who had shed blood unawares, and there was safe? Can you see? is there no shadow before your eyes? Can you tell me? Patrick, you shed this blood unawares." A wild gleam shot over the sick man's death-like face. His lips moved--he shut them convulsively as though to keep down some thrill of agony. "I cannot tell--I cannot tell. God help me--there is nothing clear; that I did it--that I took away the divine mysterious life which all the universe could not give back again--Christian, Christian, it will make me mad--the remembrance of it has gone near to make me mad a thousand times. Oh, that my life had been taken instead! oh, that he had slain me, and not I him!" Christian knelt by his bedside holding his hand--he became calmer. "Lord, show it to me--show me the past--show me what is to come. I was angry with my brother in my heart--I cannot see--I cannot tell, if the fiend was within me then. Christian, have _they_ not suffered a death for me?--have I not slain them in cold blood with my fear and cowardice! I will do them justice--I will bear my own sin. Let me go." He sat up in his bed, his excitement giving nervous strength to his wasted frame; as he rose he saw Anne for the first time--she stood awed and wondering by the door. The unhappy man threw himself back upon his pillow, covering his face. "Send her away. Do you want to kill me--do you want to betray me, Christian? Send her away."