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Quickly he wraps a dressing gown about him, and hastily walks back and forth to still the agony of feeling and the bitter phantoms of his dreams. How haggard and wild he looks by that dim candle light. QUICKLY HE WRAPS A DRESSING GOWN ABOUT HIM AND HASTILY WALKS BACK AND FORTH TO STILL THE AGONY OF FEELING AND THE BITTER PHANTOMS OF HIS DREAMS HOW HAGGARD AND WILD HE LOOKS BY THAT DIM CANDLE LIGHT
he had retired to that rest which he most certainly needed. But sleep is hardly repose to the guilty, and he was trebly so. Phantoms of all imaginable shapes flitted across his brain, pictures of suffering, of misery and of danger, to all of which he seemed to be exposed, and from which he had no power to flee. Alas, how fearful the shadows that haunt a bad man's pillow. He writhed like one in physical pain, tossed from side to side, while the cold perspiration stood in big drops upon his brow and temples. Now his dreams carry him back, far back a score of years, to his childhood at Bramble Park, when all was innocence, and then, with leaping strides, he finds himself, years after, even as to-day, bearing deadly witness against his brother. His dead father seems standing by his bedside, pointing at him a warning finger, and sadly chiding his fearful want of feeling. He tosses and turns and writhes again, then leaping from the uneasy bed, looks bewildered around, and half grows alarmed. T AND WEARY IN MIND AND BODY HE HAD RETIRED TO THAT REST WHICH HE MOST CERTAINLY NEEDED BUT SLEEP IS HARDLY REPOSE FOR THE GUILTY AND HE WAS TREBLY SO PHANTOMS OF ALL IMAGINABLE SHAPES FLITTED ACROSS HIS BRAIN PICTURES OF SUFFERING OF MISERY AND OF DANGER TO ALL OF WHICH HE SEEMED TO BE EXPOSED AND FROM WHICH HE HAD NO POWER TO FLEE ALAS HOW FEARFUL THE SHADOWS THAT HAUNT A BAD MAN'S PILLOW HE WRITHED LIKE ONE IN PHYSICAL PAIN TOSSED FROM SIDE TO SIDE WHILE THE COLD PERSPIRATION STOOD IN BIG DROPS UPON HIS BROW AND TEMPLES NOW HIS DREAMS CARRY HIM BACK FAR BACK A SCORE OF YEARS TO HIS CHILDHOOD AT BRAMBLE PARK WHEN ALL WAS INNOCENCE AND THEN WITH LEAPING STRIDES HE FINDS HIMSELF YEARS AFTER EVEN AS TO DAY BEARING DEADLY WITNESS AGAINST HIS BROTHER HIS DEAD FATHER SEEMS STANDING BY HIS BEDSIDE POINTING AT HIM A WARNING FINGER AND SADLY CHIDING HIS FEARFUL WANT OF FEELING HE TOSSES AND TURNS AND WRITHES AGAIN THEN LEAPING FROM THE UNEASY BED LOOKS BEWILDERED AROUND AND HALF GROWS ALARMED
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