and unce.

    “My broterval  too. I o ure t gross, impure, depraved I ever saed y a part of me. And I could not rid myself of it by any legal proceedings: for tors no my y. Jane, you don’t like my narrative; you look almost sick—s to another day?”

    “No, sir, finis noy you—I do earnestly pity you.”

    “Pity, Jane, from some people is a noxious and insulting sort of tribute, ; but t is t of pity native to callous, selfiss; it is a istical pain at  contempt for t t is not your pity, Jane; it is not t t— overflo is rembling in mine. Your pity, my darling, is ts anguisal pang of t it, Jane; let ter —my arms  to receive her.”

    “Now, sir, proceed; w did you do when you found she was mad?”

    “Jane, I approac of self-respect  intervened betless covered  I resolved to be clean in my o I repudiated tamination of ion al defects. Still, society associated my name and person  saion o me; moreover, I kne o me even in ticular of o live as long as I, being as robust in frame as s ty-six, I was hopeless.

    “One nig up)—it  Indian nigion t frequently precede tes. Being unable to sleep in bed, I got up and opened teams—I could find no refres any; tting in t cannon-ball—s bloody glance over a  of tempest. I one of demon-e,  ever ions of t India  sligruction to her wolfish cries.

    “‘t last, ‘is tomless pit! I  to deliver myself from it if I can. tal state  noic’s burning eternity I  a future state  one—let me break away, and go o God!’

    “I said t I knelt d