`` Why , it 's the man I met on the train . Who is he ? What is his name ? Now , we 'll know where to send -- '' `` That is Mark Hartwell , who shot Amos Gray at Charlotteville three weeks ago , '' said William George quietly . Grandma looked at him blankly for a moment . `` It could n't be , '' she gasped at last . `` That man a murderer ! I 'll never believe it ! '' `` It 's true enough , Mother . The whole story is here . He had shaved his beard and dyed his hair and came near getting clear out of the country . They were on his trail the day he came down in the train with you and lost it because of his getting off to bring you here . His disguise was so perfect that there was little fear of his being recognized so long as he hid that scar . But it was seen in Montreal and he was run to earth there . He has made a full confession . '' `` I do n't care , '' cried Grandma valiantly . `` I 'll never believe he was all bad -- a man who would do what he did for a poor old woman like me , when he was flying for his life too . No , no , there was good in him even if he did kill that man . And I 'm sure he must feel terrible over it . '' In this view Grandma persisted .
She never would say or listen to a word against Mark Hartwell , and she had only pity XXXXX him whom everyone else condemned .
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