He seemed to have an abundant supply of dried fish, fowl, and
fruit; of vegetables and roots, from which he made a beverage that
filled the place of coffee. And with these and some goat's milk he soon
set before them a supper, saying as he invited them to partake, "Heaven
forgive me for all my sins, and they are many. Your are countrymen of my
own, and speak the same language. Ah, I had almost forgotten it, as the
world has forgotten me. Now it all comes back, and makes me feel happy.
I am old, very old now. Heaven forgive me. There will be no more of poor
old George Dunman soon. When he dies he will die with great sins on his
head. If sin can be washed out with sorrow, Heaven knows I have had
sorrow enough." He advanced towards Tite, and laying his hand gently on
his shoulder, looked earnestly and intently into his face: "you are
young, very young," he said, "crime has made no wrinkles in your face
yet. Mine is full of age and crime, and a heart filled with remorse,
have burned their deep seals into mine. Look you, young man," and he
pointed to his eyes, "these eyes were not made to weep.
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