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The
mare
,
at
bridle-length
,
follows
upon
his
tracks
.
The
mustanger
rides
reflectingly
behind
;
thinking
less
of
him
held
at
the
end
of
his
lazo
,
than
of
her
,
who
by
a
generous
self-sacrifice
,
has
that
day
riveted
around
his
heart
a
golden
chain
--
only
by
death
to
be
undone
!
After
its
second
involuntary
recess
--
less
prolonged
than
the
first
--
the
Court
has
once
more
resumed
its
functions
under
the
great
evergreen
oak
.
It
is
now
evening
;
and
the
sunbeams
,
falling
aslant
,
intrude
upon
the
space
canopied
by
the
tree
.
From
the
golden
brightness
,
displayed
by
them
at
noon
,
they
have
changed
to
a
lurid
red
--
as
if
there
was
anger
in
the
sky
!
It
is
but
an
accident
of
the
atmosphere
--
the
portent
of
an
approaching
storm
.
For
all
this
,
it
is
remarked
as
singular
,
that
a
storm
should
be
coming
at
the
time
:
since
it
symbolises
the
sentiment
of
the
spectators
,
who
look
on
with
sullenness
in
their
hearts
,
and
gloom
in
their
glances
.
It
would
seem
as
if
Heaven
's
wrath
was
acting
in
concert
with
the
passions
of
Earth
!
Maurice
Gerald
is
no
longer
the
cynosure
of
those
scowling
eyes
.
He
has
been
clamorously
acquitted
,
and
is
henceforth
only
one
of
the
witnesses
.
In
the
place
late
occupied
by
him
another
stands
.
Cassius
Calhoun
is
now
the
prisoner
at
the
bar
!
