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_Ah . . . loneliness. _ We perpetually come upon this old
belief--that the souls of the murdered cannot rest in peace. Cf.
_Hamlet_, I. v. 8, &c.

l. 221. _break-covert . . . sin.
_ The blood-hounds employed for tracking
down a murderer will find him under any concealment, and never rest till
he is found. So restless is the soul of the victim.

l. 222. _They . . . water. _ That water which had reflected the three
faces as they went across.

_tease_, torment.

l. 223. _convulsed spur_, they spurred their horses violently and
uncertainly, scarce knowing what they did.

l. 224. _Each richer .