Even this was not the most serious thing in his mind, however.

His own deed and present flight were the great shadows which weighed upon him.
"What a fool I was to do that," he said over and over.

"What a mistake!" In his sober senses, he could scarcely realize that the thing had been done.

He could not begin to feel that he was a fugitive from justice.

He had often read of such things, and had thought they must be terrible, but now that the thing was upon him, he only sat and looked into the past.