not looked upon it as a breach of honesty by which no single individual would be an appreciable loser. He made no excuses for himself on this score, but merely analyzed his state of mind philosophically, by no means salving his conscience because he had dropped the affair the moment individualities had become involved, or laying claim to any merit for a repentance sustained at such imminent peril.
“Whatever is the upshot of it all I can never be too thankful that I came over in the same ship with the Shermans,” he muttered, “and for being brought up with a round turn by the knowledge that the one to bear the brunt of my iniquity would have been Leonie’s father. Why, the excellent Senator might have been suspected of having stolen the bonds himself. Funny that that view didn’t occur to me till I knew the people.”
The same gratitude had filled his simple soul twenty times during the last week, even when his enemies had pressed him most sorely; but it recurred with redoubled force now that he was within sight of the end. By noon on the morrow the Senator would have safely housed the securities at the Bank, and then his own responsibility would cease. Ziegler could kill
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