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Book, page 251 / 281 When he looked up, the wild struggle was over. "It is too late," he said. "No, George, it is never too late," replied Mr. Dinneford. "You have suffered a cruel wrong, but in the future there are for you, I doubt not, many compensations." He shook his head in a dreary way, murmuring, "I have lost too much." "Nothing that may not be restored. And in all you have not lost a good conscience." "No, thank God!" answered the young man, with a sudden flush in his face. "But for that anchor to my soul, I should have long ago drifted out to sea a helpless wreck. No thank God! I have not lost a good conscience." "You have not yet read the other paper," said Mr. Dinneford. "It is your pardon." "Pardon!" An indignant flash came into Granger's eyes. "Oh, sir, that hurts too deeply. Pardon! I am not a criminal." "Falsely so regarded in the eyes of the law, but now proved to be innocent, and so expressed by the governor. It is not a pardon in any sense of remission, but a declaration of innocence and sorrow for the undeserved wrongs you have suffered." "It is well," he answered, gloomily--"the best that can be done; and I should be thankful." "You cannot be more deeply thankful than I am, George." Mr. Dinneford spoke with much feeling. "Let us bury this dreadful past out of our sight, and trust in God for a better future. You are free again, and your innocence shall, so far as I have power to do it, be made as clear as noonday. You are at liberty to depart from here at
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