“Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. Gay. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them. He was tender with her as he had not been in years. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. ” For some seconds he had remained quite still. It was bad luck to go to Canongate. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. " "I might have been able to do that if you hadn't told me … she cared. ” She shook her head. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. This light did not remain stationary, but could be seen at one moment glimmering through the rents in the roof, and at another shining through the cracks in the wall, or the broken panes of the casement.
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