Perhaps it was my duty to see that every condition, to the last shade of the law, was satisfied, but was it justice to the poor devil himself?
There he sits with a load on him that weighs him down every hour of his life.

I called him back; I gave him life; but I gave him memory and remorse, and the ghosts that haunt him: the voice in his ear, the touch on his arm, the some one that is 'waiting--waiting--waiting!' That is what I did, and that is what the brother of the Cure did for me.

He drew me back.

He knew I was a drunkard, but he drew me back.

I might have been a murderer like Portugais.