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But there was no one to oppose his escape; and after following the road a little way up the river, he turned aside into a thicket of shrubs on the nearly precipitous bank, and sat down to recover the breath he had lost more from dismay than exertion. BUT THERE WAS NO ONE TO OPPOSE HIS ESCAPE AND AFTER FOLLOWING THE ROAD A LITTLE WAY UP THE RIVER HE TURNED ASIDE INTO A THICKET OF SHRUBS ON THE NEARLY PRECIPITOUS BANK AND SAT DOWN TO RECOVER THE BREATH HE HAD LOST MORE FROM DISMAY THAN EXERTION
ries, he unconsciously wrapped them up in his confidence, and was at peace. But the last night had revealed something unknown before. It was as if the darkness had been cloven, and through the cleft he saw into hell. A thing had been done that could not be undone, and he thought it must be what people called _murder_. And Sambo was such a good man! He was almost as good a man as Gibbie’s father, and now he would not breathe any more! Was he gone where Gibbie’s father was gone? Was it the good men that stopped breathing and grew cold? But it was those wicked men that had _deaded_ Sambo! And with that his first vague perception of evil and wrong in the world began to dawn. He lifted his head from gazing down on the dark river. A man was approaching the bridge. He came from the awful city! Perhaps he wanted him! He fled along the bridge like a low-flying water-bird. If another man had appeared at the other end, he would have got through between the rods, and thrown himself into the river. Y WEAVE THEM INTO HIS THEORIES HE UNCONSCIOUSLY WRAPPED THEM UP IN HIS CONFIDENCE AND WAS AT PEACE BUT THE LAST NIGHT HAD REVEALED SOMETHING UNKNOWN BEFORE IT WAS AS IF THE DARKNESS HAD BEEN CLOVEN AND THROUGH THE CLEFT HE SAW INTO HELL A THING HAD BEEN DONE THAT COULD NOT BE UNDONE AND HE THOUGHT IT MUST BE WHAT PEOPLE CALLED MURDER AND SAMBO WAS SUCH A GOOD MAN HE WAS ALMOST AS GOOD A MAN AS GIBBEY'S FATHER AND NOW HE WOULD NOT BREATHE ANY MORE WAS HE GONE WHERE GIBBEY'S FATHER WAS GONE WAS IT THE GOOD MEN THAT STOPPED BREATHING AND GREW COLD BUT IT WAS THOSE WICKED MEN THAT HAD DEADED SAMBO AND WITH THAT HIS FIRST VAGUE PERCEPTION OF EVIL AND WRONG IN THE WORLD BEGAN TO DAWN HE LIFTED HIS HEAD FROM GAZING DOWN ON THE DARK RIVER A MAN WAS APPROACHING THE BRIDGE HE CAME FROM THE AWFUL CITY PERHAPS HE WANTED HIM HE FLED ALONG THE BRIDGE LIKE A LOW FLYING WATER BURNT IF ANOTHER MAN HAD APPEARED AT THE OTHER END HE WOULD HAVE GOT THROUGH BETWEEN THE RODS AND THROWN HIMSELF INTO THE RIVER
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