21/25 I shuddered at the thought that for anything I knew, his hand might be stained with blood. But I held to it, and the harder it was, the stronger I held, for I was determined, and my mind firm made up. Dear boy, I done it!" I tried to collect my thoughts, but I was stunned. Throughout, I had seemed to myself to attend more to the wind and the rain than to him; even now, I could not separate his voice from those voices, though those were loud and his was silent. |