Butler (hurrying off). The next moment
[[805]]May ruin all.

Gordon (holds him still). One hour!——

Butler. Unhold me! What
Can that short respite profit him?

Gordon. O—Time [35]
Works miracles. In one hour many thousands
Of grains of sand run out; and quick as they,
Thought follows thought within the human soul.
Only one hour! Your heart may change its purpose,
His heart may change its purpose—some new tidings [40]
May come; some fortunate event, decisive,
May fall from Heaven and rescue him. O what
May not one hour achieve!

Butler. You but remind me,
How precious every minute is!

(He stamps on the floor.)

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that I 1800, 1828, 1829.