He may not have meant it, and I hope he never did, but beyond all controversy he looked barbarous for the moment.
As I slipped away, to know the worst, there I saw him standing still, longing to kick the vile man's corpse, but quieted by the great awe of death.

If the man had stirred, or breathed, or even moaned, the living man would have lost all reverence in his fury.

But the power of the other world was greater than even revenge could trample on.

He let it lie there, and he stooped his head, and went away quite softly.
My little foolish heart was bitterly visited by a thing like this.

The Sawyer, though not of great human rank, was gifted with the largest human nature that I had ever met with.