“The stranger smiled again, and remained immovable as a statue.

“ ‘I have wronged you,’ shrieked the old man, falling on his knees, and clasping his hands together. ‘Be revenged; take my all, my life; cast me into the water at your feet, and, if human nature can repress a struggle, I will die, without stirring hand or foot. Do it, Heyling, do it, but save my boy; he is so young, Heyling, so young to die!’

“ ‘Listen,’ said the stranger, grasping the old man fiercely by the wrist; ‘I will have life for life, and here is

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