.He
had
buried
his
face
in
his
arms
,
which
rested
on
the
front
of
the
dock
(
an
attitude
he
retained
during
the
greater
part
of
his
trial
,
and
which
prejudiced
many
against
him
)
.
The
counsel
began
the
examination
.
"
Your
name
is
Jane
Wilson
,
I
believe
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
The
mother
of
the
prisoner
at
the
bar
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
;
"
with
quivering
voice
,
ready
to
break
out
into
weeping
,
but
earning
respect
by
the
strong
effort
at
self-control
,
prompted
,
as
I
have
said
before
,
by
her
earnest
wish
to
please
her
son
by
her
behaviour
.
The
barrister
now
proceeded
to
the
important
part
of
the
examination
,
tending
to
prove
that
the
gun
found
on
the
scene
of
the
murder
was
the
prisoner
's
.
She
had
committed
herself
so
fully
to
the
policeman
,
that
she
could
not
well
retract
;
so
without
much
delay
in
bringing
the
question
round
to
the
desired
point
,
the
gun
was
produced
in
court
,
and
the
inquiry
made
—
"
That
gun
belongs
to
your
son
,
does
it
not
?
"
She
clenched
the
sides
of
the
witness-box
in
her
efforts
to
make
her
parched
tongue
utter
words
.
At
last
she
moaned
forth
,
"
Oh
!
Jem
,
Jem
!
what
mun
I
say
?
"
Every
one
bent
forward
to
hear
the
prisoner
's
answer
;
although
,
in
fact
,
it
was
of
little
importance
to
the
issue
of
the
trial
.
He
lifted
up
his
head
;
and
with
a
face
brimming
full
of
pity
for
his
mother
,
yet
resolved
into
endurance
,
said
,
"
Tell
the
truth
,
mother
!
"
And
so
she
did
,
with
the
fidelity
of
a
little
child
.
Every
one
felt
that
she
did
;
and
the
little
colloquy
between
mother
and
son
did
them
some
slight
service
in
the
opinion
of
the
audience
.
But
the
awful
judge
sat
unmoved
;
and
the
jurymen
changed
not
a
muscle
of
their
countenances
;
while
the
counsel
for
the
prosecution
went
triumphantly
through
this
part
of
the
case
,
including
the
fact
of
Jem
's
absence
from
home
on
the
night
of
the
murder
,
and
bringing
every
admission
to
bear
right
against
the
prisoner
.
It
was
over
.
She
was
told
to
go
down
.
But
she
could
no
longer
compel
her
mother
's
heart
to
keep
silence
,
and
suddenly
turning
towards
the
judge
(
with
whom
she
imagined
the
verdict
to
rest
)
,
she
thus
addressed
him
with
her
choking
voice
.
"
And
now
,
sir
,
I
've
telled
you
the
truth
,
and
the
whole
truth
,
as
he
bid
me
;
but
do
n't
ye
let
what
I
have
said
go
for
to
hang
him
;
oh
,
my
lord
judge
,
take
my
word
for
it
,
he
's
as
innocent
as
the
child
as
has
yet
to
be
born
.
For
sure
,
I
,
who
am
his
mother
,
and
have
nursed
him
on
my
knee
,
and
been
gladdened
by
the
sight
of
him
every
day
since
,
ought
to
know
him
better
than
yon
pack
of
fellows
"
(
indicating
the
jury
,
while
she
strove
against
her
heart
to
render
her
words
distinct
and
clear
for
her
dear
son
's
sake
)
"
who
,
I
'll
go
bail
,
never
saw
him
before
this
morning
in
all
their
born
days
.
My
lord
judge
,
he
's
so
good
I
often
wondered
what
harm
there
was
in
him
;
many
is
the
time
when
I
've
been
fretted
(
for
I
'm
frabbit
enough
at
times
)
,
when
I
've
scold't
myself
,
and
said
,
'
You
ungrateful
thing
,
the
Lord
God
has
given
you
Jem
,
and
is
n't
that
blessing
enough
for
you
?
'
But
He
has
seen
fit
to
punish
me
.
If
Jem
is
—
if
Jem
is
—
taken
from
me
,
I
shall
be
a
childless
woman
;
and
very
poor
,
having
nought
left
to
love
on
earth
,
and
I
cannot
say
'
His
will
be
done
.
'
I
cannot
,
my
lord
judge
,
oh
,
I
cannot
.
"
While
sobbing
out
these
words
she
was
led
away
by
the
officers
of
the
court
,
but
tenderly
,
and
reverently
,
with
the
respect
which
great
sorrow
commands
.
The
stream
of
evidence
went
on
and
on
,
gathering
fresh
force
from
every
witness
who
was
examined
,
and
threatening
to
overwhelm
poor
Jem
.
Already
they
had
proved
that
the
gun
was
his
,
that
he
had
been
heard
not
many
days
before
the
commission
of
the
deed
to
threaten
the
deceased
;
indeed
,
that
the
police
had
,
at
that
time
,
been
obliged
to
interfere
to
prevent
some
probable
act
of
violence
.
It
only
remained
to
bring
forward
a
sufficient
motive
for
the
threat
and
the
murder
.
The
clue
to
this
had
been
furnished
by
the
policeman
,
who
had
overheard
Jem
's
angry
language
to
Mr.
Carson
;
and
his
report
in
the
first
instance
had
occasioned
the
subpœna
to
Mary
.
And
now
she
was
to
be
called
on
to
bear
witness
.
The
court
was
by
this
time
almost
as
full
as
it
could
hold
;
but
fresh
attempts
were
being
made
to
squeeze
in
at
all
the
entrances
,
for
many
were
anxious
to
see
and
hear
this
part
of
the
trial
.
Old
Mr.
Carson
felt
an
additional
beat
at
his
heart
at
the
thought
of
seeing
the
fatal
Helen
,
the
cause
of
all
—
a
kind
of
interest
and
yet
repugnance
,
for
was
not
she
beloved
by
the
dead
;
nay
,
perhaps
in
her
way
,
loving
and
mourning
for
the
same
being
that
he
himself
was
so
bitterly
grieving
over
?
And
yet
he
felt
as
if
he
abhorred
her
and
her
rumoured
loveliness
,
as
if
she
were
the
curse
against
him
;
and
he
grew
jealous
of
the
love
with
which
she
had
inspired
his
son
,
and
would
fain
have
deprived
her
of
even
her
natural
right
of
sorrowing
over
her
lover
's
untimely
end
:
for
you
see
it
was
a
fixed
idea
in
the
minds
of
all
,
that
the
handsome
,
bright
,
gay
,
rich
young
gentleman
must
have
been
beloved
in
preference
to
the
serious
,
almost
stern-looking
smith
,
who
had
to
toil
for
his
daily
bread
.
Hitherto
the
effect
of
the
trial
had
equalled
Mr.
Carson
's
most
sanguine
hopes
,
and
a
severe
look
of
satisfaction
came
over
the
face
of
the
avenger
,
—
over
that
countenance
whence
the
smile
had
departed
,
never
more
to
return
.
All
eyes
were
directed
to
the
door
through
which
the
witnesses
entered
.
Even
Jem
looked
up
to
catch
one
glimpse
before
he
hid
his
face
from
her
look
of
aversion
.
The
officer
had
gone
to
fetch
her
.
She
was
in
exactly
the
same
attitude
as
when
Job
Legh
had
seen
her
two
hours
before
through
the
half-open
door
.
Not
a
finger
had
moved
.
The
officer
summoned
her
,
but
she
did
not
stir
.
She
was
so
still
he
thought
she
had
fallen
asleep
,
and
he
stepped
forward
and
touched
her
.
She
started
up
in
an
instant
,
and
followed
him
with
a
kind
of
rushing
rapid
motion
into
the
court
,
into
the
witness-box
.
And
amid
all
that
sea
of
faces
,
misty
and
swimming
before
her
eyes
,
she
saw
but
two
clear
bright
spots
,
distinct
and
fixed
:
the
judge
,
who
might
have
to
condemn
;
and
the
prisoner
,
who
might
have
to
die
.
The
mellow
sunlight
streamed
down
that
high
window
on
her
head
,
and
fell
on
the
rich
treasure
of
her
golden
hair
,
stuffed
away
in
masses
under
her
little
bonnet-cap
;
and
in
those
warm
beams
the
motes
kept
dancing
up
and
down
.
The
wind
had
changed
—
had
changed
almost
as
soon
as
she
had
given
up
her
watching
;
the
wind
had
changed
,
and
she
heeded
it
not
.
Many
who
were
looking
for
mere
flesh
and
blood
beauty
,
mere
colouring
,
were
disappointed
;
for
her
face
was
deadly
white
,
and
almost
set
in
its
expression
,
while
a
mournful
bewildered
soul
looked
out
of
the
depths
of
those
soft
,
deep
,
gray
eyes
.
But
others
recognised
a
higher
and
stranger
kind
of
beauty
;
one
that
would
keep
its
hold
on
the
memory
for
many
after
years
.
I
was
not
there
myself
;
but
one
who
was
,
told
me
that
her
look
,
and
indeed
her
whole
face
,
was
more
like
the
well-known
engraving
from
Guido
's
picture
of
"
Beatrice
Cenci
"
than
any
thing
else
he
could
give
me
an
idea
of
.
He
added
,
that
her
countenance
haunted
him
,
like
the
remembrance
of
some
wild
sad
melody
,
heard
in
childhood
;
that
it
would
perpetually
recur
with
its
mute
imploring
agony
.
With
all
the
court
reeling
before
her
(
always
save
and
except
those
awful
two
)
,
she
heard
a
voice
speak
,
and
answered
the
simple
inquiry
(
something
about
her
name
)
mechanically
,
as
if
in
a
dream
.
So
she
went
on
for
two
or
three
more
questions
,
with
a
strange
wonder
in
her
brain
,
as
to
the
reality
of
the
terrible
circumstances
in
which
she
was
placed
.
Suddenly
she
was
roused
,
she
knew
not
how
or
by
what
.
She
was
conscious
that
all
was
real
,
that
hundreds
were
looking
at
her
,
that
true-sounding
words
were
being
extracted
from
her
;
that
that
figure
,
so
bowed
down
,
with
the
face
concealed
by
both
hands
,
was
really
Jem
.
Her
face
flushed
scarlet
,
and
then
paler
than
before
.
But
in
her
dread
of
herself
,
with
the
tremendous
secret
imprisoned
within
her
,
she
exerted
every
power
she
had
to
keep
in
the
full
understanding
of
what
was
going
on
,
of
what
she
was
asked
,
and
of
what
she
answered
.
With
all
her
faculties
preternaturally
alive
and
sensitive
,
she
heard
the
next
question
from
the
pert
young
barrister
,
who
was
delighted
to
have
the
examination
of
this
witness
.
"
And
pray
,
may
I
ask
,
which
was
the
favoured
lover
?
You
say
you
knew
both
these
young
men
.
Which
was
the
favoured
lover
?
Which
did
you
prefer
?
"
And
who
was
he
,
the
questioner
,
that
he
should
dare
so
lightly
to
ask
of
her
heart
's
secrets
?
That
he
should
dare
to
ask
her
to
tell
,
before
that
multitude
assembled
there
,
what
woman
usually
whispers
with
blushes
and
tears
,
and
many
hesitations
,
to
one
ear
alone
?
So
,
for
an
instant
,
a
look
of
indignation
contracted
Mary
's
brow
,
as
she
steadily
met
the
eyes
of
the
impertinent
counsellor
.
But
,
in
that
instant
,
she
saw
the
hands
removed
from
a
face
beyond
,
behind
;
and
a
countenance
revealed
of
such
intense
love
and
woe
,
—
such
a
deprecating
dread
of
her
answer
;
and
suddenly
her
resolution
was
taken
.
The
present
was
everything
;
the
future
,
that
vast
shroud
,
it
was
maddening
to
think
upon
;
but
now
she
might
own
her
fault
,
but
now
she
might
even
own
her
love
.
Now
,
when
the
beloved
stood
thus
,
abhorred
of
men
,
there
would
be
no
feminine
shame
to
stand
between
her
and
her
avowal
.
So
she
also
turned
towards
the
judge
,
partly
to
mark
that
her
answer
was
not
given
to
the
monkeyfied
man
who
questioned
her
,
and
likewise
that
her
face
might
be
averted
from
,
and
her
eyes
not
gaze
upon
,
the
form
that
contracted
with
the
dread
of
the
words
he
anticipated
.
"
He
asks
me
which
of
them
two
I
liked
the
best
.
Perhaps
I
liked
Mr.
Harry
Carson
once
—
I
do
n't
know
—
I
've
forgotten
;
but
I
loved
James
Wilson
,
that
's
now
on
trial
,
above
what
tongue
can
tell
—
above
all
else
on
earth
put
together
;
and
I
love
him
now
better
than
ever
,
though
he
has
never
known
a
word
of
it
till
this
minute
.
For
you
see
,
sir
,
mother
died
before
I
was
thirteen
,
before
I
could
know
right
from
wrong
about
some
things
;
and
I
was
giddy
and
vain
,
and
ready
to
listen
to
any
praise
of
my
good
looks
;
and
this
poor
young
Mr.
Carson
fell
in
with
me
,
and
told
me
he
loved
me
;
and
I
was
foolish
enough
to
think
he
meant
me
marriage
:
a
mother
is
a
pitiful
loss
to
a
girl
,
sir
;
and
so
I
used
to
fancy
I
could
like
to
be
a
lady
,
and
rich
,
and
never
know
want
any
more
.
I
never
found
out
how
dearly
I
loved
another
till
one
day
,
when
James
Wilson
asked
me
to
marry
him
,
and
I
was
very
hard
and
sharp
in
my
answer
(
for
indeed
,
sir
,
I
'd
a
deal
to
bear
just
then
)
,
and
he
took
me
at
my
word
and
left
me
;
and
from
that
day
to
this
I
've
never
spoken
a
word
to
him
,
or
set
eyes
on
him
;
though
I
'd
fain
have
done
so
,
to
try
and
show
him
we
had
both
been
too
hasty
;
for
he
'd
not
been
gone
out
of
my
sight
above
a
minute
before
I
knew
I
loved
—
far
above
my
life
,
"
said
she
,
dropping
her
voice
as
she
came
to
this
second
confession
of
the
strength
of
her
attachment
.
"
But
,
if
the
gentleman
asks
me
which
I
loved
the
best
,
I
make
answer
,
I
was
flattered
by
Mr.
Carson
,
and
pleased
with
his
flattery
;
but
James
Wilson
I
—
"
She
covered
her
face
with
her
hands
,
to
hide
the
burning
scarlet
blushes
,
which
even
dyed
her
fingers
.
There
was
a
little
pause
;
still
,
though
her
speech
might
inspire
pity
for
the
prisoner
,
it
only
strengthened
the
supposition
of
his
guilt
.
Presently
the
counsellor
went
on
with
his
examination
.
"
But
you
have
seen
young
Mr.
Carson
since
your
rejection
of
the
prisoner
?
"
"
Yes
,
often
.
"
"
You
have
spoken
to
him
,
I
conclude
,
at
these
times
.
"
"
Only
once
to
call
speaking
.
"
"
And
what
was
the
substance
of
your
conversation
?
Did
you
tell
him
you
found
you
preferred
his
rival
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
I
do
n't
think
as
I
've
done
wrong
in
saying
,
now
as
things
stand
,
what
my
feelings
are
;
but
I
never
would
be
so
bold
as
to
tell
one
young
man
I
cared
for
another
.
I
never
named
Jem
's
name
to
Mr.
Carson
.
Never
.
"
"
Then
what
did
you
say
when
you
had
this
final
conversation
with
Mr.
Carson
?
You
can
give
me
the
substance
of
it
,
if
you
do
n't
remember
the
words
.
"
"
I
'll
try
,
sir
;
but
I
'm
not
very
clear
.
I
told
him
I
could
not
love
him
,
and
wished
to
have
nothing
more
to
do
with
him
.
He
did
his
best
to
over-persuade
me
,
but
I
kept
steady
,
and
at
last
I
ran
off
.
"
"
And
you
never
spoke
to
him
again
?
"
"
Never
!
"
"
Now
,
young
woman
,
remember
you
are
upon
your
oath
.
Did
you
ever
tell
the
prisoner
at
the
bar
of
Mr.
Henry
Carson
's
attentions
to
you
?
of
your
acquaintance
,
in
short
?
Did
you
ever
try
to
excite
his
jealousy
by
boasting
of
a
lover
so
far
above
you
in
station
?
"
"
Never
.
I
never
did
,
"
said
she
,
in
so
firm
and
distinct
a
manner
as
to
leave
no
doubt
.
"
Were
you
aware
that
he
knew
of
Mr.
Henry
Carson
's
regard
for
you
?
Remember
you
are
on
your
oath
!
"
"
Never
,
sir
.
I
was
not
aware
until
I
heard
of
the
quarrel
between
them
,
and
what
Jem
had
said
to
the
policeman
,
and
that
was
after
the
murder
.
To
this
day
I
ca
n't
make
out
who
told
Jem
.
Oh
,
sir
,
may
not
I
go
down
?
"
For
she
felt
the
sense
,
the
composure
,
the
very
bodily
strength
which
she
had
compelled
to
her
aid
for
a
time
,
suddenly
giving
way
,
and
was
conscious
that
she
was
losing
all
command
over
herself
.
There
was
no
occasion
to
detain
her
longer
;
she
had
done
her
part
.
She
might
go
down
.
The
evidence
was
still
stronger
against
the
prisoner
;
but
now
he
stood
erect
and
firm
,
with
self-respect
in
his
attitude
,
and
a
look
of
determination
on
his
face
,
which
almost
made
it
appear
noble
.
Yet
he
seemed
lost
in
thought
.
Job
Legh
had
all
this
time
been
trying
to
soothe
and
comfort
Mrs.
Wilson
,
who
would
first
be
in
the
court
,
in
order
to
see
her
darling
,
and
then
,
when
her
sobs
became
irrepressible
,
had
to
be
led
out
into
the
open
air
,
and
sat
there
weeping
,
on
the
steps
of
the
court-house
.
Who
would
have
taken
charge
of
Mary
on
her
release
from
the
witness-box
I
do
not
know
,
if
Mrs.
Sturgis
,
the
boatman
's
wife
,
had
not
been
there
,
brought
by
her
interest
in
Mary
,
towards
whom
she
now
pressed
,
in
order
to
urge
her
to
leave
the
scene
of
the
trial
.
"
No
!
no
!
"
said
Mary
,
to
this
proposition
.
"
I
must
be
here
,
I
must
watch
that
they
do
n't
hang
him
,
you
know
I
must
.
"
"
Oh
!
they
'll
not
hang
him
!
never
fear
!
Besides
the
wind
has
changed
,
and
that
's
in
his
favour
.
Come
away
.
You
're
so
hot
,
and
first
white
and
then
red
;
I
'm
sure
you
're
ill.
Just
come
away
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
do
n't
know
about
any
thing
but
that
I
must
stay
,
"
replied
Mary
,
in
a
strange
hurried
manner
,
catching
hold
of
some
rails
as
if
she
feared
some
bodily
force
would
be
employed
to
remove
her
.
So
Mrs.
Sturgis
just
waited
patiently
by
her
,
every
now
and
then
peeping
among
the
congregation
of
heads
in
the
body
of
the
court
,
to
see
if
her
husband
were
still
there
.
And
there
he
always
was
to
be
seen
,
looking
and
listening
with
all
his
might
.
His
wife
felt
easy
that
he
would
not
be
wanting
her
at
home
until
the
trial
was
ended
.
Mary
never
let
go
her
clutched
hold
on
the
rails
.
She
wanted
them
to
steady
her
,
in
that
heaving
,
whirling
court
.
She
thought
the
feeling
of
something
hard
compressed
within
her
hand
would
help
her
to
listen
,
for
it
was
such
pain
,
such
weary
pain
in
her
head
,
to
strive
to
attend
to
what
was
being
said
.
They
were
all
at
sea
,
sailing
away
on
billowy
waves
,
and
every
one
speaking
at
once
,
and
no
one
heeding
her
father
,
who
was
calling
on
them
to
be
silent
,
and
listen
to
him
.
Then
again
,
for
a
brief
second
,
the
court
stood
still
,
and
she
could
see
the
judge
,
sitting
up
there
like
an
idol
,
with
his
trappings
,
so
rigid
and
stiff
;
and
Jem
,
opposite
,
looking
at
her
,
as
if
to
say
,
Am
I
to
die
for
what
you
know
your
—
—
.
Then
she
checked
herself
,
and
by
a
great
struggle
brought
herself
round
to
an
instant
's
sanity
.
But
the
round
of
thought
never
stood
still
;
and
off
she
went
again
;
and
every
time
her
power
of
struggling
against
the
growing
delirium
grew
fainter
and
fainter
.
She
muttered
low
to
herself
,
but
no
one
heard
her
except
her
neighbour
,
Mrs.
Sturgis
;
all
were
too
closely
attending
to
the
case
for
the
prosecution
,
which
was
now
being
wound
up
.
The
counsel
for
the
prisoner
had
avoided
much
cross-examination
,
reserving
to
himself
the
right
of
calling
the
witnesses
forward
again
;
for
he
had
received
so
little
,
and
such
vague
instructions
,
and
understood
that
so
much
depended
on
the
evidence
of
one
who
was
not
forthcoming
,
that
in
fact
he
had
little
hope
of
establishing
any
thing
like
a
show
of
a
defence
,
and
contented
himself
with
watching
the
case
,
and
lying
in
wait
for
any
legal
objections
that
might
offer
themselves
.
He
lay
back
on
the
seat
,
occasionally
taking
a
pinch
of
snuff
in
a
manner
intended
to
be
contemptuous
;
now
and
then
elevating
his
eyebrows
,
and
sometimes
exchanging
a
little
note
with
Mr.
Bridgenorth
behind
him
.
The
attorney
had
far
more
interest
in
the
case
than
the
barrister
,
to
which
he
was
perhaps
excited
by
his
poor
old
friend
Job
Legh
;
who
had
edged
and
wedged
himself
through
the
crowd
close
to
Mr.
Bridgenorth
's
elbow
,
sent
thither
by
Ben
Sturgis
,
to
whom
he
had
been
"
introduced
"
by
Charley
Jones
,
and
who
had
accounted
for
Mary
's
disappearance
on
the
preceding
day
,
and
spoken
of
their
chase
,
their
fears
,
their
hopes
.
All
this
was
told
in
a
few
words
to
Mr.
Bridgenorth
—
so
few
,
that
they
gave
him
but
a
confused
idea
,
that
time
was
of
value
;
and
this
he
named
to
his
counsel
,
who
now
rose
to
speak
for
the
defence
.
Job
Legh
looked
about
for
Mary
,
now
he
had
gained
,
and
given
,
some
idea
of
the
position
of
things
.
At
last
he
saw
her
,
standing
by
a
decent-looking
woman
,
looking
flushed
and
anxious
,
and
moving
her
lips
incessantly
,
as
if
eagerly
talking
;
her
eyes
never
resting
on
any
object
,
but
wandering
about
as
if
in
search
of
something
.
Job
thought
it
was
for
him
she
was
seeking
,
and
he
struggled
to
get
round
to
her
.
When
he
had
succeeded
,
she
took
no
notice
of
him
,
although
he
spoke
to
her
,
but
still
kept
looking
round
and
round
in
the
same
wild
,
restless
manner
.
He
tried
to
hear
the
low
quick
mutterings
of
her
voice
,
as
he
caught
the
repetition
of
the
same
words
over
and
over
again
.
"
I
must
not
go
mad
.
I
must
not
,
indeed
.
They
say
people
tell
the
truth
when
they
're
mad
;
but
I
do
n't
.
I
was
always
a
liar
.
I
was
,
indeed
;
but
I
'm
not
mad
.
I
must
not
go
mad
.
I
must
not
,
indeed
.
"
Suddenly
she
seemed
to
become
aware
how
earnestly
Job
was
listening
(
with
mournful
attention
)
to
her
words
,
and
turning
sharp
round
upon
him
,
with
upbraiding
for
his
eaves-dropping
on
her
lips
,
she
caught
sight
of
something
,
—
or
some
one
,
—
who
,
even
in
that
state
,
had
power
to
arrest
her
attention
,
and
throwing
up
her
arms
with
wild
energy
,
she
shrieked
aloud
,
"
Oh
,
Jem
!
Jem
!
you
're
saved
;
and
I
am
mad
—
"
and
was
instantly
seized
with
convulsions
.
With
much
commiseration
she
was
taken
out
of
court
,
while
the
attention
of
many
was
diverted
from
her
,
by
the
fierce
energy
with
which
a
sailor
forced
his
way
over
rails
and
seats
,
against
turnkeys
and
policemen
.
The
officers
of
the
court
opposed
this
forcible
manner
of
entrance
,
but
they
could
hardly
induce
the
offender
to
adopt
any
quieter
way
of
attaining
his
object
,
and
telling
his
tale
in
the
witness-box
,
the
legitimate
place
.
For
Will
had
dwelt
so
impatiently
on
the
danger
in
which
his
absence
would
place
his
cousin
,
that
even
yet
he
seemed
to
fear
that
he
might
see
the
prisoner
carried
off
,
and
hung
,
before
he
could
pour
out
the
narrative
which
would
exculpate
him
.
As
for
Job
Legh
,
his
feelings
were
all
but
uncontrollable
;
as
you
may
judge
by
the
indifference
with
which
he
saw
Mary
borne
,
stiff
and
convulsed
,
out
of
the
court
,
in
the
charge
of
the
kind
Mrs.
Sturgis
,
who
,
you
will
remember
,
was
an
utter
stranger
to
him
.
"
She
'll
keep
!
I
'll
not
trouble
myself
about
her
,
"
said
he
to
himself
,
as
he
wrote
with
trembling
hands
a
little
note
of
information
to
Mr.
Bridgenorth
,
who
had
conjectured
,
when
Will
had
first
disturbed
the
awful
tranquillity
of
the
life-and-death
court
,
that
the
witness
had
arrived
(
better
late
than
never
)
on
whose
evidence
rested
all
the
slight
chance
yet
remaining
to
Jem
Wilson
of
escaping
death
.
During
the
commotion
in
the
court
,
among
all
the
cries
and
commands
,
the
dismay
and
the
directions
,
consequent
upon
Will
's
entrance
,
and
poor
Mary
's
fearful
attack
of
illness
,
Mr.
Bridgenorth
had
kept
his
lawyer-like
presence
of
mind
;
and
long
before
Job
Legh
's
almost
illegible
note
was
poked
at
him
,
he
had
recapitulated
the
facts
on
which
Will
had
to
give
evidence
,
and
the
manner
in
which
he
had
been
pursued
,
after
his
ship
had
taken
her
leave
of
the
land
.
The
barrister
who
defended
Jem
took
new
heart
when
he
was
put
in
possession
of
these
striking
points
to
be
adduced
,
not
so
much
out
of
earnestness
to
save
the
prisoner
,
of
whose
innocence
he
was
still
doubtful
,
as
because
he
saw
the
opportunities
for
the
display
of
forensic
eloquence
which
were
presented
by
the
facts
;
"
a
gallant
tar
brought
back
from
the
pathless
ocean
by
a
girl
's
noble
daring
,
"
"
the
dangers
of
too
hastily
judging
from
circumstantial
evidence
,
"
etc.
,
etc.
;
while
the
counsellor
for
the
prosecution
prepared
himself
by
folding
his
arms
,
elevating
his
eyebrows
,
and
putting
his
lips
in
the
form
in
which
they
might
best
whistle
down
the
wind
such
evidence
as
might
be
produced
by
a
suborned
witness
,
who
dared
to
perjure
himself
.
For
,
of
course
,
it
is
etiquette
to
suppose
that
such
evidence
as
may
be
given
against
the
opinion
which
lawyers
are
paid
to
uphold
,
is
any
thing
but
based
on
truth
;
and
"
perjury
,
"
"
conspiracy
,
"
and
"
peril
of
your
immortal
soul
,
"
are
light
expressions
to
throw
at
the
heads
of
those
who
may
prove
(
not
the
speaker
,
there
would
then
be
some
excuse
for
the
hasty
words
of
personal
anger
,
but
)
the
hirer
of
the
speaker
to
be
wrong
,
or
mistaken
.
But
when
once
Will
had
attained
his
end
,
and
felt
that
his
tale
,
or
part
of
a
tale
,
would
be
heard
by
judge
and
jury
;
when
once
he
saw
Jem
standing
safe
and
well
before
him
(
even
though
he
saw
him
pale
and
care-worn
at
the
felon
's
bar
)
;
his
courage
took
the
shape
of
presence
of
mind
,
and
he
awaited
the
examination
with
a
calm
,
unflinching
intelligence
,
which
dictated
the
clearest
and
most
pertinent
answers
.
He
told
the
story
you
know
so
well
:
how
his
leave
of
absence
being
nearly
expired
,
he
had
resolved
to
fulfil
his
promise
,
and
go
to
see
an
uncle
residing
in
the
Isle
of
Man
;
how
his
money
(
sailor-like
)
was
all
expended
in
Manchester
,
and
how
,
consequently
,
it
had
been
necessary
for
him
to
walk
to
Liverpool
,
which
he
had
accordingly
done
on
the
very
night
of
the
murder
,
accompanied
as
far
as
Hollins
Greeb
by
his
friend
and
cousin
,
the
prisoner
at
the
bar
.
He
was
clear
and
distinct
in
every
corroborative
circumstance
,
and
gave
a
short
account
of
the
singular
way
in
which
he
had
been
recalled
from
his
outward-bound
voyage
,
and
the
terrible
anxiety
he
had
felt
,
as
the
pilot-boat
had
struggled
home
against
the
wind
.
The
jury
felt
that
their
opinion
(
so
nearly
decided
half
an
hour
ago
)
was
shaken
and
disturbed
in
a
very
uncomfortable
and
perplexing
way
,
and
were
almost
grateful
to
the
counsel
for
the
prosecution
,
when
he
got
up
,
with
a
brow
of
thunder
,
to
demolish
the
evidence
,
which
was
so
bewildering
when
taken
in
connexion
with
every
thing
previously
adduced
.
But
if
such
,
without
looking
to
the
consequences
,
was
the
first
impulsive
feeling
of
some
among
the
jury
,
how
shall
I
describe
the
vehemence
of
passion
which
possessed
the
mind
of
poor
Mr.
Carson
,
as
he
saw
the
effect
of
the
young
sailor
's
statement
?
It
never
shook
his
belief
in
Jem
's
guilt
in
the
least
,
that
attempt
at
an
alibi
;
his
hatred
,
his
longing
for
vengeance
,
having
once
defined
an
object
to
itself
,
could
no
more
bear
to
be
frustrated
and
disappointed
than
the
beast
of
prey
can
submit
to
have
his
victim
taken
from
his
hungry
jaws
.
No
more
likeness
to
the
calm
stern
power
of
Jupiter
was
there
in
that
white
eager
face
,
almost
distorted
by
its
fell
anxiety
of
expression
.
The
counsel
to
whom
etiquette
assigned
the
cross-examination
of
Will
,
caught
the
look
on
Mr.
Carson
's
face
,
and
in
his
desire
to
further
the
intense
wish
there
manifested
,
he
over-shot
his
mark
even
in
his
first
insulting
question
:
"
And
now
,
my
man
,
you
've
told
the
court
a
very
good
and
very
convincing
story
;
no
reasonable
man
ought
to
doubt
the
unstained
innocence
of
your
relation
at
the
bar
.
Still
there
is
one
circumstance
you
have
forgotten
to
name
;
and
I
feel
that
without
it
your
evidence
is
rather
incomplete
.
Will
you
have
the
kindness
to
inform
the
gentlemen
of
the
jury
what
has
been
your
charge
for
repeating
this
very
plausible
story
?
How
much
good
coin
of
Her
Majesty
's
realm
have
you
received
,
or
are
you
to
receive
,
for
walking
up
from
the
docks
,
or
some
less
creditable
place
,
and
uttering
the
tale
you
have
just
now
repeated
,
—
very
much
to
the
credit
of
your
instructor
,
I
must
say
?
Remember
,
sir
,
you
are
upon
oath
.
"
It
took
Will
a
minute
to
extract
the
meaning
from
the
garb
of
unaccustomed
words
in
which
it
was
invested
,
and
during
this
time
he
looked
a
little
confused
.
But
the
instant
the
truth
flashed
upon
him
,
he
fixed
his
bright
clear
eyes
,
flaming
with
indignation
,
upon
the
counsellor
,
whose
look
fell
at
last
before
that
stern
unflinching
gaze
.
Then
,
and
not
till
then
,
Will
made
answer
.
"
Will
you
tell
the
judge
and
jury
how
much
money
you
've
been
paid
for
your
impudence
towards
one
who
has
told
God
's
blessed
truth
,
and
who
would
scorn
to
tell
a
lie
,
or
blackguard
any
one
,
for
the
biggest
fee
as
ever
lawyer
got
for
doing
dirty
work
?
Will
you
tell
,
sir
?
—
But
I
'm
ready
,
my
lord
judge
,
to
take
my
oath
as
many
times
as
your
lordship
or
the
jury
would
like
,
to
testify
to
things
having
happened
just
as
I
said
.
There
's
O'Brien
,
the
pilot
,
in
court
now
.
Would
somebody
with
a
wig
on
please
to
ask
him
how
much
he
can
say
for
me
?
"
It
was
a
good
idea
,
and
caught
at
by
the
counsel
for
the
defence
.
O'Brien
gave
just
such
testimony
as
was
required
to
clear
Will
from
all
suspicion
.
He
had
witnessed
the
pursuit
,
he
had
heard
the
conversation
which
took
place
between
the
boat
and
the
ship
;
he
had
given
Will
a
homeward
passage
in
his
boat
.
And
the
character
of
an
accredited
pilot
,
appointed
by
Trinity
House
,
was
known
to
be
above
suspicion
.
Mr.
Carson
sank
back
on
his
seat
in
sickening
despair
.
He
knew
enough
of
courts
to
be
aware
of
the
extreme
unwillingness
of
juries
to
convict
,
even
where
the
evidence
is
most
clear
,
when
the
penalty
of
such
conviction
is
death
.
At
the
period
of
the
trial
most
condemnatory
to
the
prisoner
,
he
had
repeated
this
fact
to
himself
in
order
to
damp
his
too
certain
expectation
of
a
conviction
.
Now
it
needed
not
repetition
,
for
it
forced
itself
upon
his
consciousness
,
and
he
seemed
to
know
,
even
before
the
jury
retired
to
consult
,
that
by
some
trick
,
some
negligence
,
some
miserable
hocus-pocus
,
the
murderer
of
his
child
,
his
darling
,
his
Absalom
,
who
had
never
rebelled
,
—
the
slayer
of
his
unburied
boy
would
slip
through
the
fangs
of
justice
,
and
walk
free
and
unscathed
over
that
earth
where
his
son
would
never
more
be
seen
.
It
was
even
so
.
The
prisoner
hid
his
face
once
more
to
shield
the
expression
of
an
emotion
he
could
not
control
,
from
the
notice
of
the
over-curious
;
Job
Legh
ceased
his
eager
talking
to
Mr.
Bridgenorth
;
Charley
looked
grave
and
earnest
;
for
the
jury
filed
one
by
one
back
into
their
box
,
and
the
question
was
asked
to
which
such
an
awful
answer
might
be
given
.
The
verdict
they
had
come
to
was
unsatisfactory
to
themselves
at
last
;
neither
being
convinced
of
his
innocence
,
nor
yet
quite
willing
to
believe
him
guilty
in
the
teeth
of
the
alibi
.
But
the
punishment
that
awaited
him
,
if
guilty
,
was
so
terrible
,
and
so
unnatural
a
sentence
for
man
to
pronounce
on
man
,
that
the
knowledge
of
it
had
weighed
down
the
scale
on
the
side
of
innocence
,
and
"
Not
Guilty
"
was
the
verdict
that
thrilled
through
the
breathless
court
.
One
moment
of
silence
,
and
then
the
murmurs
rose
,
as
the
verdict
was
discussed
by
all
with
lowered
voice
.
Jem
stood
motionless
,
his
head
bowed
;
poor
fellow
,
he
was
stunned
with
the
rapid
career
of
events
during
the
last
few
hours
.
He
had
assumed
his
place
at
the
bar
with
little
or
no
expectation
of
an
acquittal
;
and
with
scarcely
any
desire
for
life
,
in
the
complication
of
occurrences
tending
to
strengthen
the
idea
of
Mary
's
more
than
indifference
to
him
;
she
had
loved
another
,
and
in
her
mind
Jem
believed
that
he
himself
must
be
regarded
as
the
murderer
of
him
she
loved
.
And
suddenly
,
athwart
this
gloom
which
made
life
seem
such
a
blank
expanse
of
desolation
,
there
flashed
the
exquisite
delight
of
hearing
Mary
's
avowal
of
love
,
making
the
future
all
glorious
,
if
a
future
in
this
world
he
might
hope
to
have
.
He
could
not
dwell
on
any
thing
but
her
words
,
telling
of
her
passionate
love
;
all
else
was
indistinct
,
nor
could
he
strive
to
make
it
otherwise
.
She
loved
him
.
And
Life
,
now
full
of
tender
images
,
suddenly
bright
with
all
exquisite
promises
,
hung
on
a
breath
,
the
slenderest
gossamer
chance
.
He
tried
to
think
that
the
knowledge
of
her
love
would
soothe
him
even
in
his
dying
hours
;
but
the
phantoms
of
what
life
with
her
might
be
,
would
obtrude
,
and
made
him
almost
gasp
and
reel
under
the
uncertainty
he
was
enduring
.
Will
's
appearance
had
only
added
to
the
intensity
of
this
suspense
.
The
full
meaning
of
the
verdict
could
not
at
once
penetrate
his
brain
.
He
stood
dizzy
and
motionless
.
Some
one
pulled
his
coat
.
He
turned
,
and
saw
Job
Legh
,
the
tears
stealing
down
his
brown
furrowed
cheeks
,
while
he
tried
in
vain
to
command
voice
enough
to
speak
.
He
kept
shaking
Jem
by
the
hand
as
the
best
and
necessary
expression
of
his
feeling
.
"
Here
!
make
yourself
scarce
!
I
should
think
you
'd
be
glad
to
get
out
of
that
!
"
exclaimed
the
gaoler
,
as
he
brought
up
another
livid
prisoner
,
from
out
whose
eyes
came
the
anxiety
which
he
would
not
allow
any
other
feature
to
display
.
Job
Legh
pressed
out
of
court
,
and
Jem
followed
unreasoningly
.
The
crowd
made
way
,
and
kept
their
garments
tight
about
them
,
as
Jem
passed
,
for
about
him
there
still
hung
the
taint
of
the
murderer
.
He
was
in
the
open
air
,
and
free
once
more
!
Although
many
looked
on
him
with
suspicion
,
faithful
friends
closed
round
him
;
his
arm
was
unresistingly
pumped
up
and
down
by
his
cousin
and
Job
;
when
one
was
tired
,
the
other
took
up
the
wholesome
exercise
,
while
Ben
Sturgis
was
working
off
his
interest
in
the
scene
by
scolding
Charley
for
walking
on
his
head
round
and
round
Mary
's
sweetheart
,
for
a
sweetheart
he
was
now
satisfactorily
ascertained
to
be
,
in
spite
of
her
assertion
to
the
contrary
.
And
all
this
time
Jem
himself
felt
bewildered
and
dazzled
;
he
would
have
given
any
thing
for
an
hour
's
uninterrupted
thought
on
the
occurrences
of
the
past
week
,
and
the
new
visions
raised
up
during
the
morning
;
aye
,
even
though
that
tranquil
hour
were
to
be
passed
in
the
hermitage
of
his
quiet
prison
cell
.
The
first
question
sobbed
out
by
his
choking
voice
,
oppressed
with
emotion
,
was
,
"
Where
is
she
?
"
They
led
him
to
the
room
where
his
mother
sat
.
They
had
told
her
of
her
son
's
acquittal
,
and
now
she
was
laughing
,
and
crying
,
and
talking
,
and
giving
way
to
all
those
feelings
which
she
had
restrained
with
such
effort
during
the
last
few
days
.
They
brought
her
son
to
her
,
and
she
threw
herself
upon
his
neck
,
weeping
there
.
He
returned
her
embrace
,
but
looked
around
,
beyond
.
Excepting
his
mother
there
was
no
one
in
the
room
but
the
friends
who
had
entered
with
him
.
"
Eh
,
lad
!
"
said
she
,
when
she
found
voice
to
speak
.
"
See
what
it
is
to
have
behaved
thysel
!
I
could
put
in
a
good
word
for
thee
,
and
the
jury
could
na
go
and
hang
thee
in
the
face
of
th
'
character
I
gave
thee
.
Was
na
it
a
good
thing
they
did
na
keep
me
from
Liverpool
?
But
I
would
come
;
I
knew
I
could
do
thee
good
,
bless
thee
,
my
lad
.
But
thou'rt
very
white
,
and
all
of
a
tremble
.
"
He
kissed
her
again
and
again
,
but
looking
round
as
if
searching
for
some
one
he
could
not
find
,
the
first
words
he
uttered
were
still
,
"
Where
is
she
?
"
CHAPTER
XXXIII
.
REQUIESCAT
IN
PACE
.
"
Fear
no
more
the
heat
o
'
th
'
sun
,
Nor
the
furious
winter
's
rages
;
Thou
thy
worldly
task
hast
done
,
Home
art
gone
and
ta'en
thy
wages
.
"
Cymbeline
.
"
While
day
and
night
can
bring
delight
,
Or
nature
aught
of
pleasure
give
;
While
joys
above
my
mind
can
move
For
thee
,
and
thee
alone
I
live
:
"
When
that
grim
foe
of
joy
below
Comes
in
between
to
make
us
part
,
The
iron
hand
that
breaks
our
band
,
It
breaks
my
bliss
—
it
breaks
my
heart
.
"
Burns
.
She
was
where
no
words
of
peace
,
no
soothing
hopeful
tidings
could
reach
her
;
in
the
ghastly
spectral
world
of
delirium
.
Hour
after
hour
,
day
after
day
,
she
started
up
with
passionate
cries
on
her
father
to
save
Jem
;
or
rose
wildly
,
imploring
the
winds
and
waves
,
the
pitiless
winds
and
waves
,
to
have
mercy
;
and
over
and
over
again
she
exhausted
her
feverish
fitful
strength
in
these
agonised
entreaties
,
and
fell
back
powerless
,
uttering
only
the
wailing
moans
of
despair
.
They
told
her
Jem
was
safe
,
they
brought
him
before
her
eyes
;
but
sight
and
hearing
were
no
longer
channels
of
information
to
that
poor
distracted
brain
,
nor
could
human
voice
penetrate
to
her
understanding
.
Jem
alone
gathered
the
full
meaning
of
some
of
her
strange
sentences
,
and
perceived
that
by
some
means
or
other
she
,
like
himself
,
had
divined
the
truth
of
her
father
being
the
murderer
.
Long
ago
(
reckoning
time
by
events
and
thoughts
,
and
not
by
clock
or
dial-plate
)
,
Jem
had
felt
certain
that
Mary
's
father
was
Harry
Carson
's
murderer
;
and
although
the
motive
was
in
some
measure
a
mystery
,
yet
a
whole
train
of
circumstances
(
the
principal
of
which
was
that
John
Barton
had
borrowed
the
fatal
gun
only
two
days
before
)
had
left
no
doubt
in
Jem
's
mind
.
Sometimes
he
thought
that
John
had
discovered
,
and
thus
bloodily
resented
,
the
attentions
which
Mr.
Carson
had
paid
to
his
daughter
;
at
others
,
he
believed
the
motive
to
exist
in
the
bitter
feuds
between
the
masters
and
their
work-people
,
in
which
Barton
was
known
to
take
so
keen
an
interest
.
But
if
he
had
felt
himself
pledged
to
preserve
this
secret
,
even
when
his
own
life
was
the
probable
penalty
,
and
he
believed
he
should
fall
,
execrated
by
Mary
as
the
guilty
destroyer
of
her
lover
,
how
much
more
was
he
bound
now
to
labour
to
prevent
any
word
of
hers
from
inculpating
her
father
,
now
that
she
was
his
own
;
now
that
she
had
braved
so
much
to
rescue
him
;
and
now
that
her
poor
brain
had
lost
all
guiding
and
controlling
power
over
her
words
.
All
that
night
long
Jem
wandered
up
and
down
the
narrow
precincts
of
Ben
Sturgis
's
house
.
In
the
little
bed-room
where
Mrs.
Sturgis
alternately
tended
Mary
,
and
wept
over
the
violence
of
her
illness
,
he
listened
to
her
ravings
;
each
sentence
of
which
had
its
own
peculiar
meaning
and
reference
,
intelligible
to
his
mind
,
till
her
words
rose
to
the
wild
pitch
of
agony
,
that
no
one
could
alleviate
,
and
he
could
bear
it
no
longer
,
and
stole
,
sick
and
miserable
down
stairs
,
where
Ben
Sturgis
thought
it
his
duty
to
snore
away
in
an
arm-chair
instead
of
his
bed
,
under
the
idea
that
he
should
thus
be
more
ready
for
active
service
,
such
as
fetching
the
doctor
to
revisit
his
patient
.
Before
it
was
fairly
light
,
Jem
(
wide-awake
,
and
listening
with
an
earnest
attention
he
could
not
deaden
,
however
painful
its
results
proved
)
heard
a
gentle
subdued
knock
at
the
house
door
;
it
was
no
business
of
his
,
to
be
sure
,
to
open
it
,
but
as
Ben
slept
on
,
he
thought
he
would
see
who
the
early
visitor
might
be
,
and
ascertain
if
there
was
any
occasion
for
disturbing
either
host
or
hostess
.
It
was
Job
Legh
who
stood
there
,
distinct
against
the
outer
light
of
the
street
.
"
How
is
she
?
Eh
!
poor
soul
!
is
that
her
!
no
need
to
ask
!
How
strange
her
voice
sounds
!
Screech
!
screech
!
and
she
so
low
,
sweet-spoken
,
when
she
's
well
!
Thou
must
keep
up
heart
,
old
boy
,
and
not
look
so
dismal
,
thysel
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
help
it
,
Job
;
it
's
past
a
man
's
bearing
to
hear
such
a
one
as
she
is
,
going
on
as
she
is
doing
;
even
if
I
did
not
care
for
her
,
it
would
cut
me
sore
to
see
one
so
young
,
and
—
I
ca
n't
speak
of
it
,
Job
,
as
a
man
should
do
,
"
said
Jem
,
his
sobs
choking
him
.
"
Let
me
in
,
will
you
?
"
said
Job
,
pushing
past
him
,
for
all
this
time
Jem
had
stood
holding
the
door
,
unwilling
to
admit
Job
where
he
might
hear
so
much
that
would
be
suggestive
to
one
acquainted
with
the
parties
that
Mary
named
.
"
I
'd
more
than
one
reason
for
coming
betimes
.
I
wanted
to
hear
how
yon
poor
wench
was
;
—
that
stood
first
.
Late
last
night
I
got
a
letter
from
Margaret
,
very
anxious-like
.
The
doctor
says
the
old
lady
yonder
ca
n't
last
many
days
longer
,
and
it
seems
so
lonesome
for
her
to
die
with
no
one
but
Margaret
and
Mrs.
Davenport
about
her
.
So
I
thought
I
'd
just
come
and
stay
with
Mary
Barton
,
and
see
as
she
's
well
done
to
,
and
you
and
your
mother
and
Will
go
and
take
leave
of
old
Alice
.
"
Jem
's
countenance
,
sad
at
best
just
now
,
fell
lower
and
lower
.
But
Job
went
on
with
his
speech
.
"
She
still
wanders
,
Margaret
says
,
and
thinks
she
's
with
her
mother
at
home
;
but
for
all
that
,
she
should
have
some
kith
and
kin
near
her
to
close
her
eyes
,
to
my
thinking
.
"
"
Could
not
you
and
Will
take
mother
home
?
I
'd
follow
when
—
"
Jem
faltered
out
thus
far
,
when
Job
interrupted
,
"
Lad
!
if
thou
knew
what
thy
mother
has
suffered
for
thee
,
thou
'd
not
speak
of
leaving
her
just
when
she
's
got
thee
from
the
grave
as
it
were
.
Why
,
this
very
night
she
roused
me
up
,
and
'
Job
,
'
says
she
,
'
I
ask
your
pardon
for
wakening
you
,
but
tell
me
,
am
I
awake
or
dreaming
?
Is
Jem
proved
innocent
?
Oh
,
Job
Legh
!
God
send
I
've
not
been
only
dreaming
it
!
'
For
thou
see'st
she
ca
n't
rightly
understand
why
thou'rt
with
Mary
,
and
not
with
her
.
Ay
,
ay
!
I
know
why
;
but
a
mother
only
gives
up
her
son
's
heart
inch
by
inch
to
his
wife
,
and
then
she
gives
it
up
with
a
grudge
.
No
,
Jem
!
thou
must
go
with
thy
mother
just
now
,
if
ever
thou
hopest
for
God
's
blessing
.
She
's
a
widow
,
and
has
none
but
thee
.
Never
fear
for
Mary
!
She
's
young
and
will
struggle
through
.
They
are
decent
people
,
these
folk
she
is
with
,
and
I
'll
watch
o'er
her
as
though
she
was
my
own
poor
girl
,
that
lies
cold
enough
in
London-town
.
I
grant
ye
,
it
's
hard
enough
for
her
to
be
left
among
strangers
.
To
my
mind
John
Barton
would
be
more
in
the
way
of
his
duty
,
looking
after
his
daughter
,
than
delegating
it
up
and
down
the
country
,
looking
after
every
one
's
business
but
his
own
.
"
A
new
idea
and
a
new
fear
came
into
Jem
's
mind
.
What
if
Mary
should
implicate
her
father
?
"
She
raves
terribly
,
"
said
he
.
"
All
night
long
she
's
been
speaking
of
her
father
,
and
mixing
up
thoughts
of
him
with
the
trial
she
saw
yesterday
.
I
should
not
wonder
if
she
'll
speak
of
him
as
being
in
court
next
thing
.
"
"
I
should
na
wonder
,
either
,
"
answered
Job
.
"
Folk
in
her
way
say
many
and
many
a
strange
thing
;
and
th
'
best
way
is
never
to
mind
them
.
Now
you
take
your
mother
home
,
Jem
,
and
stay
by
her
till
old
Alice
is
gone
,
and
trust
me
for
seeing
after
Mary
.
"
Jem
felt
how
right
Job
was
,
and
could
not
resist
what
he
knew
to
be
his
duty
,
but
I
cannot
tell
you
how
heavy
and
sick
at
heart
he
was
as
he
stood
at
the
door
to
take
a
last
fond
,
lingering
look
at
Mary
.
He
saw
her
sitting
up
in
bed
,
her
golden
hair
,
dimmed
with
her
one
day
's
illness
,
floating
behind
her
,
her
head
bound
round
with
wetted
cloths
,
her
features
all
agitated
,
even
to
distortion
,
with
the
pangs
of
her
anxiety
.
Her
lover
's
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
He
could
not
hope
.
The
elasticity
of
his
heart
had
been
crushed
out
of
him
by
early
sorrows
;
and
now
,
especially
,
the
dark
side
of
every
thing
seemed
to
be
presented
to
him
.
What
if
she
died
,
just
when
he
knew
the
treasure
,
the
untold
treasure
he
possessed
in
her
love
!
What
if
(
worse
than
death
)
she
remained
a
poor
gibbering
maniac
all
her
life
long
(
and
mad
people
do
live
to
be
old
sometimes
,
even
under
all
the
pressure
of
their
burden
)
,
terror-distracted
as
she
was
now
,
and
no
one
able
to
comfort
her
!
"
Jem
!
"
said
Job
,
partly
guessing
the
other
's
feelings
by
his
own
.
"
Jem
!
"
repeated
he
,
arresting
his
attention
before
he
spoke
.
Jem
turned
round
,
the
little
motion
causing
the
tears
to
overflow
and
trickle
down
his
cheeks
.
"
Thou
must
trust
in
God
,
and
leave
her
in
His
hands
.
"
He
spoke
hushed
,
and
low
;
but
the
words
sank
all
the
more
into
Jem
's
heart
,
and
gave
him
strength
to
tear
himself
away
.
He
found
his
mother
(
notwithstanding
that
she
had
but
just
regained
her
child
through
Mary
's
instrumentality
)
half
inclined
to
resent
his
having
passed
the
night
in
anxious
devotion
to
the
poor
invalid
.
She
dwelt
on
the
duties
of
children
to
their
parents
(
above
all
others
)
,
till
Jem
could
hardly
believe
the
relative
positions
they
had
held
only
yesterday
,
when
she
was
struggling
with
and
controlling
every
instinct
of
her
nature
,
only
because
he
wished
it
.
However
,
the
recollection
of
that
yesterday
,
with
its
hair
's
breadth
between
him
and
a
felon
's
death
,
and
the
love
that
had
lightened
the
dark
shadow
,
made
him
bear
with
the
meekness
and
patience
of
a
true-hearted
man
all
the
worrying
little
acerbities
of
to-day
;
and
he
had
no
small
merit
in
so
doing
;
for
in
him
,
as
in
his
mother
,
the
re-action
after
intense
excitement
had
produced
its
usual
effect
in
increased
irritability
of
the
nervous
system
.
They
found
Alice
alive
,
and
without
pain
.
And
that
was
all
.
A
child
of
a
few
weeks
old
would
have
had
more
bodily
strength
;
a
child
of
a
very
few
months
old
,
more
consciousness
of
what
was
passing
before
her
.
But
even
in
this
state
she
diffused
an
atmosphere
of
peace
around
her
.
True
,
Will
,
at
first
,
wept
passionate
tears
at
the
sight
of
her
,
who
had
been
as
a
mother
to
him
,
so
standing
on
the
confines
of
life
.
But
even
now
,
as
always
,
loud
passionate
feeling
could
not
long
endure
in
the
calm
of
her
presence
.
The
firm
faith
which
her
mind
had
no
longer
power
to
grasp
,
had
left
its
trail
of
glory
;
for
by
no
other
word
can
I
call
the
bright
happy
look
which
illumined
the
old
earth-worn
face
.
Her
talk
,
it
is
true
,
bore
no
more
that
constant
earnest
reference
to
God
and
His
holy
Word
which
it
had
done
in
health
,
and
there
were
no
death-bed
words
of
exhortation
from
the
lips
of
one
so
habitually
pious
.
For
still
she
imagined
herself
once
again
in
the
happy
,
happy
realms
of
childhood
;
and
again
dwelling
in
the
lovely
northern
haunts
where
she
had
so
often
longed
to
be
.
Though
earthly
sight
was
gone
away
,
she
beheld
again
the
scenes
she
had
loved
from
long
years
ago
!
she
saw
them
without
a
change
to
dim
the
old
radiant
hues
.
The
long
dead
were
with
her
,
fresh
and
blooming
as
in
those
bygone
days
.
And
death
came
to
her
as
a
welcome
blessing
,
like
as
evening
comes
to
the
weary
child
.
Her
work
here
was
finished
,
and
faithfully
done
.
What
better
sentence
can
an
emperor
wish
to
have
said
over
his
bier
?
In
second
childhood
(
that
blessing
clouded
by
a
name
)
,
she
said
her
"
Nunc
Dimittis
,
"
—
the
sweetest
canticle
to
the
holy
.
"
Mother
,
good
night
!
Dear
mother
!
bless
me
once
more
!
I
'm
very
tired
,
and
would
fain
go
to
sleep
.
"
She
never
spoke
again
on
this
side
Heaven
.
She
died
the
day
after
their
return
from
Liverpool
.
From
that
time
,
Jem
became
aware
that
his
mother
was
jealously
watching
for
some
word
or
sign
which
should
betoken
his
wish
to
return
to
Mary
.
And
yet
go
to
Liverpool
he
must
and
would
,
as
soon
as
the
funeral
was
over
,
if
but
for
a
single
glimpse
of
his
darling
.
For
Job
had
never
written
;
indeed
,
any
necessity
for
his
so
doing
had
never
entered
his
head
.
If
Mary
died
,
he
would
announce
it
personally
;
if
she
recovered
,
he
meant
to
bring
her
home
with
him
.
Writing
was
to
him
little
more
than
an
auxiliary
to
natural
history
;
a
way
of
ticketing
specimens
,
not
of
expressing
thoughts
.
The
consequence
of
this
want
of
intelligence
as
to
Mary
's
state
was
,
that
Jem
was
constantly
anticipating
that
every
person
and
every
scrap
of
paper
was
to
convey
to
him
the
news
of
her
death
.
He
could
not
endure
this
state
long
;
but
he
resolved
not
to
disturb
the
house
by
announcing
to
his
mother
his
purposed
intention
of
returning
to
Liverpool
,
until
the
dead
had
been
carried
forth
.
On
Sunday
afternoon
they
laid
her
low
with
many
tears
.
Will
wept
as
one
who
would
not
be
comforted
.
The
old
childish
feeling
came
over
him
,
the
feeling
of
loneliness
at
being
left
among
strangers
.
By
and
bye
,
Margaret
timidly
stole
near
him
,
as
if
waiting
to
console
;
and
soon
his
passion
sank
down
to
grief
,
and
grief
gave
way
to
melancholy
,
and
though
he
felt
as
if
he
never
could
be
joyful
again
,
he
was
all
the
while
unconsciously
approaching
nearer
to
the
full
happiness
of
calling
Margaret
his
own
,
and
a
golden
thread
was
interwoven
even
now
with
the
darkness
of
his
sorrow
.
Yet
it
was
on
his
arm
that
Jane
Wilson
leant
on
her
return
homewards
.
Jem
took
charge
of
Margaret
.
"
Margaret
,
I
'm
bound
for
Liverpool
by
the
first
train
to-morrow
;
I
must
set
your
grandfather
at
liberty
.
"
"
I
'm
sure
he
likes
nothing
better
than
watching
over
poor
Mary
;
he
loves
her
nearly
as
well
as
me
.
But
let
me
go
!
I
have
been
so
full
of
poor
Alice
,
I
've
never
thought
of
it
before
;
I
ca
n't
do
so
much
as
many
a
one
,
but
Mary
will
like
to
have
a
woman
about
her
that
she
knows
.
I
'm
sorry
I
waited
to
be
reminded
,
Jem
.
"
replied
Margaret
,
with
some
little
self-reproach
.
But
Margaret
's
proposition
did
not
at
all
agree
with
her
companion
's
wishes
.
He
found
he
had
better
speak
out
,
and
put
his
intention
at
once
to
the
right
motive
;
the
subterfuge
about
setting
Job
Legh
at
liberty
had
done
him
harm
instead
of
good
.
"
To
tell
truth
,
Margaret
,
it
's
I
that
must
go
,
and
that
for
my
own
sake
,
not
your
grandfather
's
.
I
can
rest
neither
by
night
nor
day
for
thinking
on
Mary
.
Whether
she
lives
or
dies
I
look
on
her
as
my
wife
before
God
,
as
surely
and
solemnly
as
if
we
were
married
.
So
being
,
I
have
the
greatest
right
to
look
after
her
,
and
I
cannot
yield
it
even
to
—
"
"
Her
father
,
"
said
Margaret
,
finishing
his
interrupted
sentence
.
"
It
seems
strange
that
a
girl
like
her
should
be
thrown
on
the
bare
world
to
struggle
through
so
bad
an
illness
.
No
one
seems
to
know
where
John
Barton
is
,
else
I
thought
of
getting
Morris
to
write
him
a
letter
telling
him
about
Mary
.
I
wish
he
was
home
,
that
I
do
!
"
Jem
could
not
echo
this
wish
.
"
Mary
's
not
bad
off
for
friends
where
she
is
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
call
them
friends
,
though
a
week
ago
we
none
of
us
knew
there
were
such
folks
in
the
world
.
But
being
anxious
and
sorrowful
about
the
same
thing
makes
