Have mercy on me, O Lord, for my sin is great." "He also hath forgiven the wickedness of thy sin," said I."Let us turn unto the Lord, for he will heal us, and not be angry with us for ever." Antoine drew me away.

We left the poor man in tears, and went into the yard, where stood a cart, with a sorry horse in it, and a heap of loose fagots and pieces of broken furniture beside it.
"Get you in here, sir, and lie down," said he.

"I will pile the wood over you as lightly as I can." I did as he desired.

He bestowed the wood over me as carefully as he could, and then led the horse out.
"Whither away ?" said somebody, passing.
"To dispose of this rubbish," said he, carelessly.

"Poor Pierre's chattels have been reduced to mere firewood.