I am not.

The soul ?" He broke out in mocking laughter, then turned his left ear to the pillow as a sign that he wished no further conversation.
Maud and I went about our work oppressed by the fearful fate which had overtaken him,--how fearful we were yet fully to realize.

There was the awfulness of retribution about it.

Our thoughts were deep and solemn, and we spoke to each other scarcely above whispers.
"You might remove the handcuffs," he said that night, as we stood in consultation over him.

"It's dead safe.