The heart of the old miser was touched. He knew not why, it is true, but
he felt that the view he got of one immortal spirit uncorrupted by the
crimes and calculating hypocrisy of life, made the contemplation of his
own state and condition, as well as of his future hopes, fearful.
"What would I not give," thought he, "to have a soul as free from sin
and guilt, and to be as fit to face my God as that man? And yet they say
it can be brought about. Well, wait--wait till I have my revenge on this
black villain, and I'll see what may be done. Ay, let what will happen,
the shame and ruin of my child must be revenged. And yet, God help me,
what am I sayin'? Would this good man say that? He that forgives every
one and everything. Still, I'll repent in the long run. Come, Father
Peter," said he, "don't be cast down; I'll thry what I can for you; but
then, again, if I do, what security can you give me?"
"Poor Freney the Robber--"
"Well, now, do you hear this!"
"--Was a name I gave him on account of--"
"Troth, I'll put on my hat and lave you here, if you don't spake out
about what you came for.
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