The old man, however, would not assent to this, and the bitter terms in which he spoke of him showed how thoroughly turned he was against his strangely constituted son, who, he avowed, was unlike any Lammington who had ever lived.
“You must run him down, Donovan,” were Mr. Lammington’s parting words to me, “and when you have got him I will strain the law against him to its fullest possible extent. Inside the walls of a gaol is the proper place for him, and he will then be forgotten by the world.”
As I set out on my quest I could not restrain a feeling of intense sympathy for this most unhappy father, whose life had been darkened and his peace on earth destroyed by a son whose nature was so vile that he was repulsive. As for his reclamation, I did not think that possible after this, the l
