Indeed no practical idea of
his, however much brooded over at night, had ever lived to bear fruit in
the morning; not once had he ever embodied in action an impulse toward
atonement! He could welcome the thought of a final release from sin and
suffering at the dissolution of nature, but he always did his best to
forget that at that very moment he was suffering because of wrong he had
done for which he was taking no least trouble to make amends. He had lived
for himself, to the destruction of one whom he had once loved, and to the
denial of his Lord and Master!
More than twice on his way home in the early morning, he all but turned to
go back to the police-station, but it was, as usual, only _all but_, and he
kept walking on.
CHAPTER XII
Already, ere James's flight was discovered, morning saw Mr. Robertson on
his way to do what he might for the redemption of one of whom he knew
little or nothing: the policemen returning from their night's duty, found
him already at the door of the office.
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