CHAPTER TEN.
TOSSED ABOUT.
Jeffreys, as the reader will have discovered, did not possess the art of doing himself common justice.

He had brooded so long and so bitterly over his fatal act of violence at Bolsover, that he had come almost to forget that accident had had anything to do with poor Forrester's injuries.

And now, when confronted with his crime, even by a despicable wretch like Trimble, he had not the spirit to hold up his head and make some effort at any rate to clear himself of all that was charged against him.
Jeffreys was still a blunderer, or else his conscience was unusually sensitive.

You and I, reader, no doubt, would have put a bold face on the matter, and insisted the whole affair was entirely an accident, and that we were to be pitied rather than blamed for what had happened.

And a great many people would have pitied us accordingly.