I felt the sight of him was fatal.

I was quite helpless; but my mind never stopped working upon it till--till--' Sturk groaned.
'See now,' said Toole, 'there's time enough, and don't fatigue yourself.
There, now, rest quiet a minute.' And he made him swallow some more wine; and felt his pulse and shook his head despondingly at Lowe, behind his back.
'How is it ?' said Sturk, faintly.
'A little irritable--that's all,' said Toole.
''Till one night, I say,'-- Sturk resumed, after a minute or two, 'it came to me all at once, awake--I don't know--or in a dream; in a moment I had it all.

'Twas like a page cut out of a book--lost for so many years.' And Sturk moaned a despairing wish to Heaven that the secret had never returned to him again.
'Yes, Sir--like a page cut out of a book, and never missed till 'twas found again; and then sharp and clear, every letter from first to last.
Then, Sir--then--thinking 'twas no use at that distance of time taking steps to punish him, I--I foolishly let him understand I knew him.

My mind misgave me from the first.

I think it was my good angel that warned me.