C. E. Bowen

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It was dreadful hearing for me. I felt as if I should have committed murder if he died Not that I had wished really to harm him bodily in any way. I could comfort myself a little with that thought, but I had intended to do him a mischief of another kind; and now the ugliness of the sin of revenge rose up before me in its true colours, and I hated myself. "I kept my own secret. I argued that it could make matters neither better nor worse to tell what had made the horse run off. But I was very wretched. I walked to the farm towards evening to inquire after him. They said he was still insensible, and the doctor could give little hope. His parents were there, and Mr. Anderson drove up as I was going away, having brought a second doctor with him. It was a comfort to know that he would be well...