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Thus was Dmitri avenged. The new condition of affairs proved as disastrous to the false Dmitri. His Poles deserted him, his power vanished, and he descended to the level of a mere Cossack robber. In December, 1610, murder ended his career.
But there is another set of actions, having no reference to our own personal interest, which yet we qualify as good or bad. When an armed robber kills and spoils a defenceless man, we, though beholding the sight in safety, are at once stirred up to disinterested horror and indignation.
This village belonged to a fierce robber, called Hacco, and it was at his door that the pilgrims knocked. The door was opened by Hacco's wife, who received them kindly, but told them that her husband was a robber, and that, though he was away from home, it would not be safe for them to remain there long.
It fell in a heap, pinning its rider beneath it. In the meantime Barry had leaped to the ground, and from behind the shelter of his horse had shot the first robber through the body. Our two companions now drew together, and took refuge behind some large rocks, preparing to receive the charge of a band of half dozen who now appeared. The situation looked desperate. Don Gaspar fired and missed.
It made me so miserable to hear you so happy that I could not help it! Would you mind forgiving me, dear?" "I don't mind your hearing a bit. I am glad you should know how the chief loves me!" But you must be careful, dear! Papa might pretend to take him for a robber, and shoot him!" "Oh, no, Chrissy! He wouldn't do that!" "I would not be too sure! I hadn't an idea before what papa was like!
Among other shifts and devices with which the robber chief had become familiar, he had learned the conjuror's method of so arranging his limbs while being bound, that he could untie his bonds in a marvellous manner.
The forgiveness of the robber was immediate and complete. But he had still to hang in agony, and there awaited him the frightful pain of the crurifragium, the breaking of the legs by beating with clubs. The sooner we learn the two great truths about the punishment of sin, the better.
So admirably do their stripes mingle with the withered and charred grass-stems and dried up stalks, that it is very difficult to detect the dreaded robber when he is lying flat, extended, close to the ground, so still and motionless that you cannot distinguish a tremor or even a vibration of the grass in which he is crouching.
When Madame de Montrevel had resumed her seat, Morgan, who had already made his peace with the mother, wished to do so with the son. "Without a grudge, my young hero," he said, offering his hand. But the boy drew back. "I don't give my hand to a highway robber," he replied. Madame de Montrevel gave a start of terror. "You have a charming boy, madame," said Morgan; "only he has his prejudices."
Up to this time nobody has mentioned it; and I hate to be the first to speak of it." Everybody's interest was aroused. After a pause Mat continued: "When the robber was going over the baggage he came to Mr. Cummins' valise, and asked, 'Whose is this? One of the passengers spoke up and said, 'That belongs to Mr. Cummins. Then the row began." "Who is the guilty man?" cried Francis.
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