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others, God shall visit it again a thousand-fold upon your innocents.'
The wretched Davis came staggering forward from his place against the
figure-head, fell upon his knees, and waved his hands, and fainted.
When he came to himself again, his head was on Attwater's arm, and close
by stood one of the men in divers' helmets, holding a bucket of water,
from which his late executioner now laved his face. The memory of that
dreadful passage returned upon him in a clap; again he saw Huish lying
dead, again he seemed to himself to totter on the brink of an unplumbed
eternity. With trembling hands he seized hold of the man whom he had
come to slay; and his voice broke from him like that of a child among
the nightmares of fever: 'O! isn't there no mercy? O! what must I do to
be saved?'
'Ah!' thought Attwater, 'here's the true penitent.'
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