He was an honest fellow, and had a kindly heart for all the world said--" "That, that he had," cried the gaoler and the girl in voices gurgling with emotion.

And you who read! you unconvicted Convict--you murderer, though haply you have slain no one--you Felon in posse if not in esse--deal gently with one who has used the Opportunity that has failed thee--and believe that the Truthful and the Beautiful bloom sometimes in the dock and the convict's tawny Gabardine! ***** In the matter for which he suffered, George could never be brought to acknowledge that he was at all in the wrong.

"It may be an error of judgment," he said to the Venerable Chaplain of the gaol, "but it is no crime.

Were it Crime, I should feel Remorse.

Where there is no remorse, Crime cannot exist.