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"WILL God ever forgive me, Jim? I wish my right hand had been withered before I did it. I shall never forget that bleeding face any more. Oh, my brother! my brother! I would have loved you; and it has come to this!"
And so he stood moaning in the rain before me, in the blank, squalid street; and I sat on the step before him, stunned and stupid.