CHAPTER NINETEEN.
HALTING BETWEEN TWO OPINIONS.
There was no mistaking the doctor's meaning this time.

Sharpe's had had a long rope, but had come to the end of it at last.

I would not for the world have confessed it at the time, but I was half glad a crisis had come.

My conscience had smitten me more than once about my work.

I had fooled away the good chance with which I had entered Low Heath.