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"
Soon
the
soul
of
Maurice
Gerald
must
go
back
to
its
God
!
"
It
was
the
thought
of
every
actor
in
that
tragedy
among
the
trees
.
No
one
doubted
that
,
in
another
moment
,
they
would
see
his
body
hoisted
into
the
air
,
and
swinging
from
the
branch
of
the
sycamore
.
There
was
an
interlude
,
not
provided
for
in
the
programme
.
A
farce
was
being
performed
simultaneously
;
and
,
it
might
be
said
,
on
the
same
stage
.
For
once
the
tragedy
was
more
attractive
,
and
the
comedy
was
progressing
without
spectators
.
Not
the
less
earnest
were
the
actors
in
it
.
There
were
only
two
--
a
man
and
a
mare
.
Phelim
was
once
more
re-enacting
the
scenes
that
had
caused
surprise
to
Isidora
.
Engrossed
by
the
arguments
of
Calhoun
--
by
the
purposes
of
vengeance
which
his
story
was
producing
--
the
Regulators
only
turned
their
attention
to
the
chief
criminal
.
No
one
thought
of
his
companion
--
whether
he
was
,
or
was
not
,
an
accomplice
.
His
presence
was
scarce
perceived
--
all
eyes
being
directed
with
angry
intent
upon
the
other
.
Still
less
was
it
noticed
,
when
the
ruffians
sprang
forward
,
and
commenced
adjusting
the
rope
.
The
Galwegian
was
then
altogether
neglected
.
There
appeared
an
opportunity
of
escape
,
and
Phelim
was
not
slow
to
take
advantage
of
it
.
Wriggling
himself
clear
of
his
fastenings
,
he
crawled
off
among
the
legs
of
the
surging
crowd
.
No
one
seemed
to
see
,
or
care
about
,
his
movements
.
Mad
with
excitement
,
they
were
pressing
upon
each
other
--
the
eyes
of
all
turned
upward
to
the
gallows
tree
.
To
have
seen
Phelim
skulking
off
,
it
might
have
been
supposed
,
that
he
was
profiting
by
the
chance
offered
for
escape
--
saving
his
own
life
,
without
thinking
of
his
master
.
