The Zeit-Geist by Lily Dougall
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said this last quite as much by way of explanation to himself as to her.
"Or hanging him," she suggested sarcastically. He paused a moment. "I hope he won't come to that." "But you'll do all you can to catch him, knowing that it's like to come to that. What's the good of hoping?" He had only said it to soothe her. He had another self-justification. "I can only do what I have to do: it is not me that will decide whether Walker dies or not. At any rate, it ain't no use to justify it to you. It's natural that you should look upon me as an enemy just now; but all the police in the country are more your enemies than I am. You've got him off now, I suppose; however you've done it I don't pretend to know. It'll be some one else that catches him if he's caught." She wondered if he was only saying this to try her, or if he really believed that Markham had gone far; yet there was small chance even then that he would cease to watch her the next night and the next. He had shown both resolution and diligence in this business--qualities, as far as she knew, so foreign to his character that she smiled bitterly. "A nice sort of thing religion is, to get out of the mire yourself and spend your time kicking your old friends further in!" Now the fugitive had been never a friend to Toyner, except in the sense that he had done more than any one else to lead him into low habits and keep him there. He had, in fact, been his greatest enemy; but that, |
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