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"
Then
went
the
jury
out
whose
names
were
Mr
.
Blindman
,
Mr
.
No
-
good
,
Mr
.
Malice
,
Mr
.
Love
-
lust
,
Mr
.
Live
-
loose
,
Mr
.
Heady
,
Mr
.
High
-
mind
,
Mr
.
Enmity
,
Mr
.
Liar
,
Mr
.
Cruelty
,
Mr
.
Hate
-
light
,
Mr
.
Implacable
,
who
every
one
gave
in
his
private
verdict
against
him
among
themselves
,
and
afterwards
unanimously
concluded
to
bring
him
in
guilty
before
the
judge
.
And
first
among
themselves
,
Mr
.
Blindman
,
the
foreman
,
said
,
I
see
clearly
that
this
man
is
a
heretic
.
Then
said
Mr
.
No
-
good
,
Away
with
such
a
fellow
from
the
earth
!
Ay
,
said
Mr
.
Malice
,
for
I
hate
the
very
look
of
him
.
Then
said
Mr
.
Love
-
lust
,
I
could
never
endure
him
.
Nor
I
,
said
Mr
.
Live
-
loose
;
for
he
would
be
always
condemning
my
way
.
Hang
him
,
hang
him
,
said
Mr
.
Heady
.
A
sorry
scrub
,
said
Mr
.
High
-
mind
.
My
heart
riseth
against
him
,
said
Mr
.
Enmity
.
He
is
a
rogue
,
said
Mr
.
Liar
.
Hanging
is
too
good
for
him
,
said
Mr
.
Cruelty
.
Let
us
despatch
him
out
of
the
way
said
Mr
.
Hate
-
light
.
Then
said
Mr
.
Implacable
,
Might
I
have
all
the
world
given
me
,
I
could
not
be
reconciled
to
him
;
therefore
let
us
forthwith
bring
him
in
guilty
of
death
.
"
—
Pilgrim
’
s
Progress
.
When
immortal
Bunyan
makes
his
picture
of
the
persecuting
passions
bringing
in
their
verdict
of
guilty
,
who
pities
Faithful
?
That
is
a
rare
and
blessed
lot
which
some
greatest
men
have
not
attained
,
to
know
ourselves
guiltless
before
a
condemning
crowd
—
to
be
sure
that
what
we
are
denounced
for
is
solely
the
good
in
us
.
The
pitiable
lot
is
that
of
the
man
who
could
not
call
himself
a
martyr
even
though
he
were
to
persuade
himself
that
the
men
who
stoned
him
were
but
ugly
passions
incarnate
—
who
knows
that
he
is
stoned
,
not
for
professing
the
Right
,
but
for
not
being
the
man
he
professed
to
be
.
This
was
the
consciousness
that
Bulstrode
was
withering
under
while
he
made
his
preparations
for
departing
from
Middlemarch
,
and
going
to
end
his
stricken
life
in
that
sad
refuge
,
the
indifference
of
new
faces
.
The
duteous
merciful
constancy
of
his
wife
had
delivered
him
from
one
dread
,
but
it
could
not
hinder
her
presence
from
being
still
a
tribunal
before
which
he
shrank
from
confession
and
desired
advocacy
.
His
equivocations
with
himself
about
the
death
of
Raffles
had
sustained
the
conception
of
an
Omniscience
whom
he
prayed
to
,
yet
he
had
a
terror
upon
him
which
would
not
let
him
expose
them
to
judgment
by
a
full
confession
to
his
wife
:
the
acts
which
he
had
washed
and
diluted
with
inward
argument
and
motive
,
and
for
which
it
seemed
comparatively
easy
to
win
invisible
pardon
—
what
name
would
she
call
them
by
?
That
she
should
ever
silently
call
his
acts
Murder
was
what
he
could
not
bear
.
He
felt
shrouded
by
her
doubt
:
he
got
strength
to
face
her
from
the
sense
that
she
could
not
yet
feel
warranted
in
pronouncing
that
worst
condemnation
on
him
.
Some
time
,
perhaps
—
when
he
was
dying
—
he
would
tell
her
all
:
in
the
deep
shadow
of
that
time
,
when
she
held
his
hand
in
the
gathering
darkness
,
she
might
listen
without
recoiling
from
his
touch
.
Perhaps
:
but
concealment
had
been
the
habit
of
his
life
,
and
the
impulse
to
confession
had
no
power
against
the
dread
of
a
deeper
humiliation
.
He
was
full
of
timid
care
for
his
wife
,
not
only
because
he
deprecated
any
harshness
of
judgment
from
her
,
but
because
he
felt
a
deep
distress
at
the
sight
of
her
suffering
.
She
had
sent
her
daughters
away
to
board
at
a
school
on
the
coast
,
that
this
crisis
might
be
hidden
from
them
as
far
as
possible
.
Set
free
by
their
absence
from
the
intolerable
necessity
of
accounting
for
her
grief
or
of
beholding
their
frightened
wonder
,
she
could
live
unconstrainedly
with
the
sorrow
that
was
every
day
streaking
her
hair
with
whiteness
and
making
her
eyelids
languid
.
"
Tell
me
anything
that
you
would
like
to
have
me
do
,
Harriet
,
"
Bulstrode
had
said
to
her
;
"
I
mean
with
regard
to
arrangements
of
property
.
It
is
my
intention
not
to
sell
the
land
I
possess
in
this
neighborhood
,
but
to
leave
it
to
you
as
a
safe
provision
.
If
you
have
any
wish
on
such
subjects
,
do
not
conceal
it
from
me
.
"
A
few
days
afterwards
,
when
she
had
returned
from
a
visit
to
her
brother
’
s
,
she
began
to
speak
to
her
husband
on
a
subject
which
had
for
some
time
been
in
her
mind
.
"
I
SHOULD
like
to
do
something
for
my
brother
’
s
family
,
Nicholas
;
and
I
think
we
are
bound
to
make
some
amends
to
Rosamond
and
her
husband
.
Walter
says
Mr
.
Lydgate
must
leave
the
town
,
and
his
practice
is
almost
good
for
nothing
,
and
they
have
very
little
left
to
settle
anywhere
with
.
