And when, pale and sick, leaning on his spade, he came to his old strength again, what was the reaction?
Compunction at incipient crime, and gratitude to find its punishment so mercifully speedy, so lenient, so discriminative?
I fear that if ever he had these thoughts at all, he chased them wilfully away: his disappointment, far from being softened into patience, was sharpened to a feeling of revenge at fate; and all his hope now was--such another chance, gold, more gold, never mind how; more gold, he burnt for gold, he lusted after gold! We must leave him for a time to his toil and his reflections, and touch another topic of our theme..