The wounded man opened his great dark eyes that showed like deep shadows on the dead white of his skin; he saw that clear, exquisite face with all the divine fulness of womanly tenderness shining sweetly from the kind eyes, and he smiled--a very beautiful smile.

He could speak very low, and the awe-stricken girl murmured-- "Oh, hear him, Mr.Lennard, hear him!" The man spoke in a slow monotone.
"Its all right, and I'm there arter all.

I've swoor, and Ive drunk, and yet arter all I'm forgiven.

That's because I prayed at the very last minute, an' He heerd me.

The angel hasn't got no wings like what they talked about, but that don't matter; I'm here, and safe, and I'll meet the old woman when her time comes, and no error; but it ain't no thanks to _me_." Then the remarkable theologian drew a heavy sigh of gladness, and passed into torpor again.