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'
Then
spare
my
life
for
the
love
of
Heaven
,
as
I
spared
yours
,
'
rejoined
the
girl
,
clinging
to
him
.
'
Bill
,
dear
Bill
,
you
can
not
have
the
heart
to
kill
me
.
Oh
!
think
of
all
I
have
given
up
,
only
this
one
night
,
for
you
.
You
SHALL
have
time
to
think
,
and
save
yourself
this
crime
;
I
will
not
loose
my
hold
,
you
can
not
throw
me
off
.
Bill
,
Bill
,
for
dear
God
's
sake
,
for
your
own
,
for
mine
,
stop
before
you
spill
my
blood
!
I
have
been
true
to
you
,
upon
my
guilty
soul
I
have
!
'
The
man
struggled
violently
,
to
release
his
arms
;
but
those
of
the
girl
were
clasped
round
his
,
and
tear
her
as
he
would
,
he
could
not
tear
them
away
.
'
Bill
,
'
cried
the
girl
,
striving
to
lay
her
head
upon
his
breast
,
'
the
gentleman
and
that
dear
lady
,
told
me
to-night
of
a
home
in
some
foreign
country
where
I
could
end
my
days
in
solitude
and
peace
.
Let
me
see
them
again
,
and
beg
them
,
on
my
knees
,
to
show
the
same
mercy
and
goodness
to
you
;
and
let
us
both
leave
this
dreadful
place
,
and
far
apart
lead
better
lives
,
and
forget
how
we
have
lived
,
except
in
prayers
,
and
never
see
each
other
more
.
It
is
never
too
late
to
repent
.
They
told
me
so
--
I
feel
it
now
--
but
we
must
have
time
--
a
little
,
little
time
!
'
The
housebreaker
freed
one
arm
,
and
grasped
his
pistol
The
certainty
of
immediate
detection
if
he
fired
,
flashed
across
his
mind
even
in
the
midst
of
his
fury
;
and
he
beat
it
twice
with
all
the
force
he
could
summon
,
upon
the
upturned
face
that
almost
touched
his
own
.
She
staggered
and
fell
:
nearly
blinded
with
the
blood
that
rained
down
from
a
deep
gash
in
her
forehead
;
but
raising
herself
,
with
difficulty
,
on
her
knees
,
drew
from
her
bosom
a
white
handkerchief
--
Rose
Maylie
's
own
--
and
holding
it
up
,
in
her
folded
hands
,
as
high
towards
Heaven
as
her
feeble
strength
would
allow
,
breathed
one
prayer
for
mercy
to
her
Maker
.
It
was
a
ghastly
figure
to
look
upon
.
The
murderer
staggering
backward
to
the
wall
,
and
shutting
out
the
sight
with
his
hand
,
seized
a
heavy
club
and
struck
her
down
.
Of
all
bad
deeds
that
,
under
cover
of
the
darkness
,
had
been
committed
with
wide
London
's
bounds
since
night
hung
over
it
,
that
was
the
worst
.
Of
all
the
horrors
that
rose
with
an
ill
scent
upon
the
morning
air
,
that
was
the
foulest
and
most
cruel
.
The
sun
--
the
bright
sun
,
that
brings
back
,
not
light
alone
,
but
new
life
,
and
hope
,
and
freshness
to
man
--
burst
upon
the
crowded
city
in
clear
and
radiant
glory
.
Through
costly-coloured
glass
and
paper-mended
window
,
through
cathedral
dome
and
rotten
crevice
,
it
shed
its
equal
ray
.
It
lighted
up
the
room
where
the
murdered
woman
lay
.
It
did
.
He
tried
to
shut
it
out
,
but
it
would
stream
in
.
If
the
sight
had
been
a
ghastly
one
in
the
dull
morning
,
what
was
it
,
now
,
in
all
that
brilliant
light
!
He
had
not
moved
;
he
had
been
afraid
to
stir
.
There
had
been
a
moan
and
motion
of
the
hand
;
and
,
with
terror
added
to
rage
,
he
had
struck
and
struck
again
.
Once
he
threw
a
rug
over
it
;
but
it
was
worse
to
fancy
the
eyes
,
and
imagine
them
moving
towards
him
,
than
to
see
them
glaring
upward
,
as
if
watching
the
reflection
of
the
pool
of
gore
that
quivered
and
danced
in
the
sunlight
on
the
ceiling
.
He
had
plucked
it
off
again
.
And
there
was
the
body
--
mere
flesh
and
blood
,
nor
more
--
but
such
flesh
,
and
so
much
blood
!
