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_ I _ pity his murderers . Do you think that they can sleep peaceably at night ? No ; in their dreams they hear the plashing waves , and see a pallid , upturned face , with pure and pleading eyes , from which _ they turned away _ ! Ever at their side , at golden morn , and busy noon , and dewy eve , a little form , unseen by other eyes , shall follow -- follow -- follow . Ever in their startled ears , a little childish voice , that no noise may drown , no earthly power may hush , shall ring , `` Oh , I _ can not _ steal , not even if you _ kill _ me ! I _ can not _ steal ! '' I went with a friend , the other day , to look at some `` rooms to let . ''