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And
once
there
--
having
made
it
clear
to
the
warden
what
his
true
purpose
was
--
the
spiritual
salvation
of
Clyde
's
soul
,
for
his
own
,
as
well
as
his
mother
and
God
's
sake
,
he
was
at
once
admitted
to
the
death
house
and
to
Clyde
's
presence
--
the
very
door
of
his
cell
,
where
he
paused
and
looked
through
,
observing
Clyde
lying
most
wretchedly
on
his
cot
trying
to
read
.
And
then
McMillan
outlining
his
tall
,
thin
figure
against
the
bars
and
without
introduction
of
any
kind
,
beginning
,
his
head
bowed
in
prayer
:
"
Have
mercy
upon
me
,
O
God
,
according
to
Thy
loving-kindness
;
according
unto
the
multitude
of
Thy
tender
mercies
,
blot
out
my
transgressions
.
"
"
Wash
me
thoroughly
from
my
iniquity
and
cleanse
me
from
my
sin
.
"
"
For
I
acknowledge
my
transgressions
,
and
my
sin
is
ever
before
me
.
"
"
Against
Thee
,
Thee
only
have
I
sinned
,
and
done
this
evil
in
Thy
sight
,
that
Thou
mightest
be
justified
when
Thou
speakest
and
be
clear
when
Thou
judgest
.
"
"
Behold
,
I
was
shapen
in
iniquity
;
and
in
sin
did
my
mother
conceive
me
.
"
"
Behold
,
Thou
desireth
truth
in
the
inward
parts
;
and
in
the
hidden
part
Thou
shalt
make
me
to
know
wisdom
.
"
"
Purge
me
with
hyssop
,
and
I
shall
be
clean
;
wash
me
,
and
I
shall
be
whiter
than
snow
.
"
"
Make
me
to
hear
joy
and
gladness
;
that
the
bones
which
Thou
hast
broken
may
rejoice
.
"
"
Hide
Thy
face
from
my
sins
,
and
blot
out
all
mine
iniquities
.
