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There
is
not
one
thing
I
have
left
undone
which
will
bar
me
from
facing
my
God
,
knowing
that
my
sins
are
forgiven
,
for
I
have
been
free
and
frank
in
my
talks
with
my
spiritual
adviser
,
and
God
knows
where
I
stand
.
My
task
is
done
,
the
victory
won
.
CLYDE
GRIFFITHS
.
Having
written
this
--
a
statement
so
unlike
all
the
previous
rebellious
moods
that
had
characterized
him
that
even
now
he
was
,
not
a
little
impressed
by
the
difference
,
handing
it
to
McMillan
,
who
,
heartened
by
this
triumph
,
exclaimed
:
"
And
the
victory
IS
won
,
Clyde
.
'
This
day
shalt
thou
be
with
me
in
Paradise
.
'
You
have
His
word
.
Your
soul
and
your
body
belong
to
Him
.
Praised
,
everlastingly
,
be
His
name
.
"
And
then
so
wrought
up
was
he
by
this
triumph
,
taking
both
Clyde
's
hands
in
his
and
kissing
them
and
then
folding
him
in
his
arms
:
"
My
son
,
my
son
,
in
whom
I
am
well
pleased
.
In
you
God
has
truly
manifested
His
truth
.
His
power
to
save
.
I
see
it
.
I
feel
it
.
Your
address
to
the
world
is
really
His
own
voice
to
the
world
.
"
And
then
pocketing
the
note
with
the
understanding
that
it
was
to
be
issued
after
Clyde
's
death
--
not
before
.
And
yet
Clyde
having
written
this
,
still
dubious
at
moments
.
Was
he
truly
saved
?
The
time
was
so
short
?
Could
he
rely
on
God
with
that
absolute
security
which
he
had
just
announced
now
characterized
him
?
Could
he
?
Life
was
so
strange
.
The
future
so
obscure
.
Was
there
really
a
life
after
death
--
a
God
by
whom
he
would
be
welcomed
as
the
Reverend
McMillan
and
his
own
mother
insisted
?
Was
there
?
In
the
midst
of
this
,
two
days
before
his
death
and
in
a
final
burst
of
panic
,
Mrs.
Griffiths
wiring
the
Hon.
David
Waltham
:
"
Can
you
say
before
your
God
that
you
have
no
doubt
of
Clyde
's
guilt
?
Please
wire
.
If
you
can
not
,
then
his
blood
will
be
upon
your
head
.
His
mother
.
"
And
Robert
Fessler
,
the
secretary
to
the
Governor
replying
by
wire
:
"
Governor
Waltham
does
not
think
himself
justified
in
interfering
with
the
decision
of
the
Court
of
Appeals
.
"
At
last
the
final
day
--
the
final
hour
--
Clyde
's
transfer
to
a
cell
in
the
old
death
house
,
where
,
after
a
shave
and
a
bath
,
he
was
furnished
with
black
trousers
,
a
white
shirt
without
a
collar
,
to
be
opened
at
the
neck
afterwards
,
new
felt
slippers
and
gray
socks
.
So
accoutered
,
he
was
allowed
once
more
to
meet
his
mother
and
McMillan
,
who
,
from
six
o'clock
in
the
evening
preceding
the
morning
of
his
death
until
four
of
the
final
morning
,
were
permitted
to
remain
near
him
to
counsel
with
him
as
to
the
love
and
mercy
of
God
.
And
then
at
four
the
warden
appearing
to
say
that
it
was
time
,
he
feared
,
that
Mrs.
Griffiths
depart
leaving
Clyde
in
the
care
of
Mr.
McMillan
.
(
The
sad
compulsion
of
the
law
,
as
he
explained
.
)
And
then
Clyde
's
final
farewell
to
his
mother
,
before
which
,
and
in
between
the
silences
and
painful
twistings
of
heart
strings
,
he
had
managed
to
say
:
"
Mama
,
you
must
believe
that
I
die
resigned
and
content
.
It
wo
n't
be
hard
.
God
has
heard
my
prayers
.
He
has
given
me
strength
and
peace
.
"
But
to
himself
adding
:
"
Had
he
?
"
