Thou Art the Man

excited against him, that he grew exceedingly pale, and when asked what he had to say for himself, was utterly incapable of saying a word. Hereupon, the few friends his riotous mode of living had left him deserted him at once to a man, and were even more clamorous than his ancient and avowed enemies for his instantaneous arrest. But, on the other hand, the magnanimity of Mr. Goodfellow shone forth with only the more brilliant lustre through contrast. He made a warm and intensely eloquent defence of Mr. Pennifeather, in which he alluded more than once to his own sincere forgiveness of that wild young gentleman⁠—“the heir of the worthy Mr. Shuttleworthy,”⁠—for the insult which he (the young gentleman) had, no doubt in the heat of passion, thought proper to put upon him ( Mr. Goodfellow). “He forgave him for it,” he said, “from the very bottom of his heart; and for himself ( Mr. Goodfellow), so far from pushing the suspicious circumstances to extremity, which he was sorry to say, really had arisen against Mr. Pennifeather, he ( Mr. Goodfellow) would make every exertion in his