Chapter 41 A LAST HOPE.

Those sleepless nights of passionate yearning and despair-those days of sullen gloom, broken only by wild cravings for revenge that went through his brain like spasms of fire-these were killing this man. His face grew haggard and gray; his eyes morose and hopeless; he shunned people as if he feared their scrutiny; he brooded over the past in a sile