The professor paused in his reading and called the next name: --Cranly! No answer. The board on which he knelt was narrow and worn and those who knelt near him were humble followers of Jesus. It was for the instant confounding and bottomless, for if he WERE innocent, what then on earth was _I_? Paralyzed, while it lasted, by the mere brush of the question, I let him go a little, so that, with a deep-drawn sigh, he turned away from me again; which, as he faced toward the clear window, I suffered, feeling that I had nothing now there to keep him from. But of the harm that may result hence three kinds are usually reckoned.