text:  How often had he not sat awake on such nights with Verkhoffsky--and where is he now! And who plunged him into the grave! And the murderer was now come to behead the corpse of his former friend--to do sacrilege to his remains--like a grave-robber to plunder the tomb--to dispute with the jackal his prey! "Human feeling!" cried Ammalat as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead "why visitest thou a heart which has torn itself from humanity? Away away! Is it for me to fear to take off the head of a dead man whom I have robbed of life! For him 'twill be no loss--to me a treasure