text:  With his hat pulled over his eyes and a determined air rather as if about to execute an act of vengeance than offer a tardy tribute of tenderness to his victim he hurried to the house--commanded the startled old servant to show him the way to _her_ room--entered it--and knelt down beside the bed on which she lay with her dead infant on her arm asking her forgiveness and the forgiveness of God as humbly as though he were not the General Stanley proverbial for implacability and pride