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THE ANGEL OF
there, get mad, probably be arrested and kill any hope we might have; why, you're guilty of contempt of court right now. I had a strong influence, yet I failed."
The old farmer of "Lonesome Hill" would listen no more.
"Then wait, John. This letter may at least save you from jail—and you haven't any money; will this do?"
"It's more than I need, Judge."
"No, keep it all—and keep your temper too."
As the Judge stood in the doorway, watching the venerable figure disappear in the drizzling night, a young woman from the dining-room stole to his side and heard him muse: "After all, who knows? A Briton clad in skins once humbled a Roman emperor."
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