Was he, then, really to be prevented
from keeping his promise to Ida? All the suffering of his previous
life amassed was nothing to what Waymark endured during the
successive quarters of this hour. His brain burned: his eyes had no
power to gather the growing daylight. That one name was his single
perception; the sound of it, uttered incessantly in thought, alone
seemed to keep him conscious. He could feel something slightly warm
on his cheeks, but did not know that it was the streaming of tears
from his darkened eyes. Then he lost consciousness once more.
The clock struck eight.
CHAPTER XXIX
FREEDOM
Mr. Woodstock was not so indifferent with regard to Waymark's
failure to bring the rents as the young man supposed. Under ordinary
circumstances he probably would have waited without any anxiety till
the following day; already on a previous occasion Waymark had
collected on Tuesday instead of Monday, though not without notice of
his intention to do so. But Mr. Woodstock had quite special reasons
for wishing to see his agent before the following morning; he
desired to assure himself once more that Waymark would not fail to
be at the prison punctually.
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