Do you think, he didn't feel it, was it much or little?
He wasn't walking in the sun, but--" "Mercy! Mercy!" broke in the old man, his hand before his eyes.

He was thinking of Mercy, his daughter, of the words she had said to him when she died, "Set him in the sun, father, where God can find him," and her name now broke from his lips.
Soolsby misunderstood.

"Ay, there'll be mercy when right's been done Our Man, and not till then.

I've held my tongue for half a lifetime, but I'll speak now and bring him back.

Ay, he shall come back and take the place that is his, and all that belongs to him.