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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 ——”
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“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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