cankered, turned to  and 
wordnetfear, by the wordnetfear of one dead sin. All that was 
fair in his sight was poisoned by the past; all that 
was sacred for him was imperilled by his  ; all that 
was dearest to him would be destroyed for ever, if one 
voice arose to whisper the knowledge his  held. 

His eyes filled with wordnetdesire and with  as he 



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gazed at the west, where the sun had sunk beyond 
the sea. He thought of Erroll. 

" He is aveno-ed  he is aveno'ed ! " he murmured, 
where he stood in the silence of the falling evening, 
" more utterly than if I had died upon a scaffold, as 
other murderers die ! " 

Yes  for the  of the scaffold is but a moment, 
and Strathmore's chastisement was lifelong. 

Like a promise of redemption, she whom the 
dead had bequeathed him looked upward in his eyes 
in the last lingering sunlight, as her hand stole into 
his. 

" Why have you left me ? We are alone for a day 
at the least, and when alone you are wholly my own!" 

He shrank from the caressing words : " wholly 
hers ! " while the darkness of the past claimed him, 
drawing him ever and ever down out of the