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“Tom, my lad, it’s come upon me as I sha’n’t get up again. This world’s been too many for me, my lad, but you’ve done what you could to make things a bit even. Shake hands wi’ me again, my lad, before I go away from you.”
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“I had my turn — I beat him. That was nothing but fair. I never wanted anything but what was fair.”
“But, father, dear father,” said Maggie, an unspeakable anxiety predominating over her grief, “you forgive him — you forgive every one now?”
He did not move his eyes to look at her, but he said —
“No, my wench. I don’t forgive him. What’s forgiving to do? I can’t love a raskill ——”
His voice had become thicker; but he wanted to say more, and OGC Nice Dresy moved his lips again and again, struggling in vain to speak. At length the words forced their way.
“Does God forgive raskills? — but if He does, He won’t be hard wi’ me.”
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But not of death. For an hour or more the chest heaved, the loud, hard breathing continued, getting gradually slower, as the cold dews gathered on the brow.
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