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For Justice, when triumphant, will weep down / Pity, not punishment, on her own wrongs, / Too much avenged by those who err. I wait, / Enduring thus, the retributive hour / Which since we spake is even nearer now. / "Prometheus Unbound".
The moment I felt Sweetwater's hand lifted from my shoulder I sprang into the first hack I could find, and bade the driver follow the Cumberland sleigh post-haste. I was determined to see Carmel and have Carmel see me. Whatever cold judgment might say against the meeting, I could not live in my present anxiety. If the thunderbolt which had struck her had spared her life and reason she must know from my own lips that I was not only a free man, but as innocent of the awful charge conveyed in Sweetwater's action as was the brother, who had just been acquitted of it by the verdict of his peers.