He had never seen the likeness before as he saw it now.

Would such a man overlook a fault, or have any mercy for an offender?
Never! He turned away from it, feeling cold and sick at heart; and with a heavy, and very bitter sigh he locked the door upon the room where he had spent so large a portion of his life.

The place which had known him would know him no more.
As noiselessly and warily as if he was a thief breaking into the quiet house, he stole up the dimly-lighted staircase, and paused for a minute or two before a door, listening intently.

Then he crept in.

A low shaded lamp was burning, giving light enough to guide him to the cot where Felix was sleeping.