You see each dragged away by life, like one whom bravos have seized and muffled in a cloak.

If they had their own control--if you could see their faces, they would be altogether different, they would shine out for heroes and saints! I am worse than most; myself is more overlaid; my excuse is known to me and God.

But, had I the time, I could disclose myself.' 'To me ?' inquired the visitant.
'To you before all,' returned the murderer.

'I supposed you were intelligent.

I thought--since you exist--you would prove a reader of the heart.