\"I’vesomethingtotellyou，Jack。\"
Hisownfacewaswhite，butnotsowhiteasthatwhichMr。Oakhurstbentoverhim，——afacesoghastly，withhauntingdoubts，andahopelesspresentimentofcomingevil，——afacesopiteousinitsinfinitewearinessandenvyofdeath，thatthedyingmanwastouched，eveninthelanguorofdissolution，withapangofcompassion；andthecynicalsmilefadedfromhislips。
\"Forgiveme，Jack，\"hewhisperedmorefeebly，\"forwhatIhavetosay。Idon’tsayitinanger，butonlybecauseitmustbesaid。I
couldnotdomydutytoyou，Icouldnotdiecontented，untilyouknewitall。It’samiserablebusinessatbest，allaround。Butitcan’tbehelpednow。OnlyIoughttohavefallenbyDecker’spistol，andnotyours。\"
AflushlikefirecameintoJack’scheek，andhewouldhaverisen；