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It was not in accordance with nature nor with Haldane's peculiar te under a stony paralysis of shah tall and manlike in appearance, he was not a ered; indeed, they had been fostered and ent mother It was not an evidence of weakness, but rather a wholesoradually find courage to go to that mother as his only source of comfort and help She, at least, would not scorn hie than his narrow cell, should it be possible to escape i and unacquainted withfor a few kind words of coine that Mrs Arnot, the wife of his erace Even the thought of her kindness and his requital of it now stung him to the quick, and he fairly writhed as he pictured to himself the scorn that must have been on Laura's face as she saw him on his way to prison like a common thief

As he remembered how full of rich proed even rotesque events of a horrid drearief-stricken child

"O roaned, "if I could only hear your voice and feel your touch, a little of this crushing weightcalmer after a time, he was able to consider his situation more connectedly, and he was about to suraph his mother, when he heard her voice as, in the co her way to him

He shrank back in his cell His heart beat violently as he heard the rustle of her dress The sheriff unlocked the grated iron door which led to the long, narrow corridor into which the cells opened, and to which prisoners had access during the day

"He's in that cell, ladies," said the officer's voice, and then, with co first ordered the prisoners in his charge to their cells

"Lean upon nized as that of Mrs Arnot

"O, this is awful!" moaned the stricken woman; "this is more than I can endure"