Do not look at me so! I mean that, whether he knew it or not, he died to save me.

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that his stone has risen up for witness, driving me to you.

Ah, do not weaken me, now that I am here to confess!" And leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands spread to hide his face, Mr.Simeon blurted out his confession.
When he had ended there was silence in the room for a space.
"Tarbolt!" murmured the Master, just audibly and no more.
"If it had been anyone but Tarbolt!" There was another silence, broken only by one slow sob.
"_For either he will hate the one and love the other; or else he will hold to the one and despise the other_.