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[Henneman J. <und...@ic...>]

Tever the world may say, I was as guilty of those deaths as
if I had caused them by my own hand." He had covered his face with
his palms, and his head was bent. The girl reached out as if
to touch the rumpled brown hair with consoling fingers, then drew her
hand back. In a moment, when her courage came, he should know what
share of comfort she was ready to give him. Meanwhile,
she hungered to make the farthest reach of his suffering her own.
"Since then?" she asked softly. "Since then I have been trying to
build my life up out of its ruins. I have tried to win content and
even gladness, for I hold that man should be master of himself, even
of remorse for his old
sins. You see,
I've been busy trying to find out people who had the same kind of
misery, or some other kind, to face." "Shepherd of the wretched,"
said the girl dreamily. "Something like that," he answered. The
girl's face was all a-quiver for pity of the tale; in listening to
the story
of his life she had completely
forgotten her own. Then, before she knew what was happening, he rose
abruptly and held out

his hand. "Every minute that I stay makes m