There will be no more of poor old George Dunman soon.

When he dies he will die with great sins on his head.

If sin can be washed out with sorrow, Heaven knows I have had sorrow enough." He advanced towards Tite, and laying his hand gently on his shoulder, looked earnestly and intently into his face: "you are young, very young," he said, "crime has made no wrinkles in your face yet.

Mine is full of age and crime, and a heart filled with remorse, have burned their deep seals into mine.

Look you, young man," and he pointed to his eyes, "these eyes were not made to weep.