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That child had no doubts, asked herself no question, for she was but too

content to see hiood dear,

truest, kindest, dearest, were the only words she had for him, as she

hushed hiht As if she had done hi which

her tenderness could hardly repair, she sat by hi hi hi name At tiht, and, watching hi face, wondered did he look now at all as he had looked when he

was prosperous and happy; as he had so touched her by iht look once ht of that tiain, and prayed, 'O spare his life! O

save hi, unfortunate,

caive him a last kiss and leave the s the earret, the smokeless housetops and the distant country hills were

discernible over the wall in the clear ently opened the

, and looked eastward down the prison yard, the spikes upon the

ere tipped with red, thenup into the heavens The spikes had never looked so

sharp and cruel, nor the bars so heavy, nor the prison space so gloo rivers, of the

sunrise on wide seas, of the sunrise on rich landscapes, of the

sunrise on great forests where the birds aking and the trees were

rustling; and she looked down into the living grave on which the sun

had risen, with her father in it three-and-twenty years, and said, in

a burst of sorrow and compassion, 'No, no, I have never seen him in my

life!'