The superintendent took leave.
Mr. Carson stood on the step, dreading to shut out the light and air, and return into the haunted, gloomy house.
"My son! my son!" he said, at last. "But you shall be avenged, my poor murdered boy."
Ay! to avenge his wrongs the murderer had singled out his victim, and with one fell action had taken away the life that God had given. To avenge his child's death, the old man lived on; with the single purpose in his heart of vengeance on the murderer. True, his vengeance was sanctioned by law, but was it the less revenge?
Are we worshippers of Christ? or of Alecto?
Oh! Orestes! you would have made a very tolerable Christian of the nineteenth century!
CHAPTER XIX.
JEM WILSON ARRESTED ON SUSPICION.
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"Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which, all confused, I could not know, Whether I suffered or I did, For all seemed guilt, remorse, or woe." Coleridge. |