Warped to enjoy crime--to love the deformities of all moral things--to
seek after and to surrender itself up to all manner of perversions, yet
now and then, in the long tissue, returning, for some moments, to the
original temper of that first nature not yet utterly departed; and few
and feeble though the fibres be which still bind the heart to her
worship, still strong enough at times to remind it of the _true_,
however it may be insufficient to restrain it in its wanderings after
the _false_.
But the language and effort of the outlaw, though singularly kind,
failed to have any of the desired effect upon the dwarf. With an
unhesitating refusal to enter the outlaw's dwelling-place in the rocks,
he bounded away into a hollow of the hills, and in a moment was out of
sight of his companion. Fatigued with his recent exertions, and somewhat
more sullen than usual, Rivers entered the gloomy abode, into which it
is not our present design to follow him.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
PURSUIT--DEATH.
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