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Among
the
wretched
creatures
before
him
whom
he
must
single
out
for
special
address
was
one
who
almost
from
his
infancy
had
been
an
offender
against
the
laws
;
who
,
after
repeated
imprisonments
and
punishments
,
had
been
at
length
sentenced
to
exile
for
a
term
of
years
;
and
who
,
under
circumstances
of
great
violence
and
daring
,
had
made
his
escape
and
been
re
-
sentenced
to
exile
for
life
.
That
miserable
man
would
seem
for
a
time
to
have
become
convinced
of
his
errors
,
when
far
removed
from
the
scenes
of
his
old
offences
,
and
to
have
lived
a
peaceable
and
honest
life
.
But
in
a
fatal
moment
,
yielding
to
those
propensities
and
passions
,
the
indulgence
of
which
had
so
long
rendered
him
a
scourge
to
society
,
he
had
quitted
his
haven
of
rest
and
repentance
,
and
had
come
back
to
the
country
where
he
was
proscribed
.
Being
here
presently
denounced
,
he
had
for
a
time
succeeded
in
evading
the
officers
of
Justice
,
but
being
at
length
seized
while
in
the
act
of
flight
,
he
had
resisted
them
,
and
had
—
he
best
knew
whether
by
express
design
,
or
in
the
blindness
of
his
hardihood
—
caused
the
death
of
his
denouncer
,
to
whom
his
whole
career
was
known
.
The
appointed
punishment
for
his
return
to
the
land
that
had
cast
him
out
,
being
Death
,
and
his
case
being
this
aggravated
case
,
he
must
prepare
himself
to
Die
.
The
sun
was
striking
in
at
the
great
windows
of
the
court
,
through
the
glittering
drops
of
rain
upon
the
glass
,
and
it
made
a
broad
shaft
of
light
between
the
two
-
and
-
thirty
and
the
Judge
,
linking
both
together
,
and
perhaps
reminding
some
among
the
audience
how
both
were
passing
on
,
with
absolute
equality
,
to
the
greater
Judgment
that
knoweth
all
things
,
and
cannot
err
.
Rising
for
a
moment
,
a
distinct
speck
of
face
in
this
way
of
light
,
the
prisoner
said
,
"
My
Lord
,
I
have
received
my
sentence
of
Death
from
the
Almighty
,
but
I
bow
to
yours
,
"
and
sat
down
again
.
There
was
some
hushing
,
and
the
Judge
went
on
with
what
he
had
to
say
to
the
rest
.
Then
they
were
all
formally
doomed
,
and
some
of
them
were
supported
out
,
and
some
of
them
sauntered
out
with
a
haggard
look
of
bravery
,
and
a
few
nodded
to
the
gallery
,
and
two
or
three
shook
hands
,
and
others
went
out
chewing
the
fragments
of
herb
they
had
taken
from
the
sweet
herbs
lying
about
.
He
went
last
of
all
,
because
of
having
to
be
helped
from
his
chair
,
and
to
go
very
slowly
;
and
he
held
my
hand
while
all
the
others
were
removed
,
and
while
the
audience
got
up
(
putting
their
dresses
right
,
as
they
might
at
church
or
elsewhere
)
,
and
pointed
down
at
this
criminal
or
at
that
,
and
most
of
all
at
him
and
me
.
I
earnestly
hoped
and
prayed
that
he
might
die
before
the
Recorder
’
s
Report
was
made
;
but
,
in
the
dread
of
his
lingering
on
,
I
began
that
night
to
write
out
a
petition
to
the
Home
Secretary
of
State
,
setting
forth
my
knowledge
of
him
,
and
how
it
was
that
he
had
come
back
for
my
sake
.
I
wrote
it
as
fervently
and
pathetically
as
I
could
;
and
when
I
had
finished
it
and
sent
it
in
,
I
wrote
out
other
petitions
to
such
men
in
authority
as
I
hoped
were
the
most
merciful
,
and
drew
up
one
to
the
Crown
itself
.
For
several
days
and
nights
after
he
was
sentenced
I
took
no
rest
except
when
I
fell
asleep
in
my
chair
,
but
was
wholly
absorbed
in
these
appeals
.
And
after
I
had
sent
them
in
,
I
could
not
keep
away
from
the
places
where
they
were
,
but
felt
as
if
they
were
more
hopeful
and
less
desperate
when
I
was
near
them
.
In
this
unreasonable
restlessness
and
pain
of
mind
I
would
roam
the
streets
of
an
evening
,
wandering
by
those
offices
and
houses
where
I
had
left
the
petitions
.
To
the
present
hour
,
the
weary
western
streets
of
London
on
a
cold
,
dusty
spring
night
,
with
their
ranges
of
stern
,
shut
-
up
mansions
,
and
their
long
rows
of
lamps
,
are
melancholy
to
me
from
this
association
.
The
daily
visits
I
could
make
him
were
shortened
now
,
and
he
was
more
strictly
kept
.
Seeing
,
or
fancying
,
that
I
was
suspected
of
an
intention
of
carrying
poison
to
him
,
I
asked
to
be
searched
before
I
sat
down
at
his
bedside
,
and
told
the
officer
who
was
always
there
,
that
I
was
willing
to
do
anything
that
would
assure
him
of
the
singleness
of
my
designs
.
Nobody
was
hard
with
him
or
with
me
.
There
was
duty
to
be
done
,
and
it
was
done
,
but
not
harshly
.
The
officer
always
gave
me
the
assurance
that
he
was
worse
,
and
some
other
sick
prisoners
in
the
room
,
and
some
other
prisoners
who
attended
on
them
as
sick
nurses
,
(
malefactors
,
but
not
incapable
of
kindness
,
God
be
thanked
!
)
always
joined
in
the
same
report
.
As
the
days
went
on
,
I
noticed
more
and
more
that
he
would
lie
placidly
looking
at
the
white
ceiling
,
with
an
absence
of
light
in
his
face
until
some
word
of
mine
brightened
it
for
an
instant
,
and
then
it
would
subside
again
.
Sometimes
he
was
almost
or
quite
unable
to
speak
,
then
he
would
answer
me
with
slight
pressures
on
my
hand
,
and
I
grew
to
understand
his
meaning
very
well
.
The
number
of
the
days
had
risen
to
ten
,
when
I
saw
a
greater
change
in
him
than
I
had
seen
yet
.
His
eyes
were
turned
towards
the
door
,
and
lighted
up
as
I
entered
.
"
Dear
boy
,
"
he
said
,
as
I
sat
down
by
his
bed
:
"
I
thought
you
was
late
.
But
I
knowed
you
couldn
’
t
be
that
.
"
"
It
is
just
the
time
,
"
said
I
.
"
I
waited
for
it
at
the
gate
.
"
