Американская трагедия

Chapter 33

           "

           "Tst!Tst!Tst!Youfeltnosorrow?Noshame?Then?"

           "Yes,shame,maybe.Maybesorrow,too,alittle.Iknewitwasterrible.Ifeltthatitwas,ofcourse.Butstill—yousee—"

           "Yes,Iknow.ThatMissX.Youwantedtogetaway."

           "Yes—butmostlyIwasfrightened,andIdidn’twanttohelpher."

           "Yes!Yes!Tst!Tst!Tst!IfshedrownedyoucouldgotothatMissX.Youthoughtofthat?"TheReverendMcMillan’slipsweretightlyandsadlycompressed.

           "Yes."

           "Myson!Myson!Inyourheartwasmurderthen."

           "Yes,yes,"Clydesaidreflectively."Ihavethoughtsinceitmusthavebeenthatway."

           TheReverendMcMillanpausedandtoheartenhimselfforthistaskbegantopray—butsilently—andtohimself:"OurFatherwhoartinHeaven—hallowedbeThyname.ThyKingdomcome,Thywillbedone—onearthasitisinHeaven."Hestirredagainafteratime.

           "Ah,Clyde.ThemercyofGodisequaltoeverysin.Iknowit.HesentHisownsontodiefortheeviloftheworld.Itmustbeso—ifyouwillbutrepent.Butthatthought!Thatdeed!Youhavemuchtoprayfor,myson—much.Oh,yes.ForinthesightofGod,Ifear—yes—Andyet—Imustprayforenlightenment.Thisisastrangeandterriblestory.Therearesomanyphases.Itmaybebutpray.PraywithmenowthatyouandImayhavelight."Hebowedhishead.

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