wife　from　me；　my　two　boys　were　away　at　Harrow　School；　my　domestic
  life　was　the　life　of　a　lonely　man。　Whether　I　was　reminded　of　the
  bygone　days　when　my　sons　were　infants　on　my　knee；　listening　to
  the　ticking　of　my　watchor　whether　the　friendless　position　of
  the　poor　little　creature；　who　had　lost　one　parent　and　was　soon　to
  lose　the　other　by　a　violent　death；　moved　me　in　depths　of　pity　not
  easily　reached　in　my　later　experienceI　am　not　able　to　say。　This
  only　I　know：　my　heart　ached　for　the　child　while　she　was　laughing
  and　listening；　and　something　fell　from　me　on　the　watch　which　I
  don't　deny　might　have　been　a　tear。　A　few　of　the　toys；　mostly
  broken　now；　which　my　two　children　used　to　play　with　are　still　in
  my　possession；　kept；　like　my　poor　wife's　favorite　jewels；　for　old
  remembrance'　sake。　These　I　took　from　their　repository　when　the
  attraction　of　my　watch　showed　signs　of　failing。　The　child　pounced
  on　them　with　her　chubby　hands；　and　screamed　with　pleasure。　And
  the　hangman　was　waiting　for　her　motherand；　more　horrid　still；
  the　mother　deserved　it！
  My　duty　required　me　to　let　the　Prisoner　know　that　her　little
  daughter　had　arrived。　Did　that　heart　of　iron　melt　at　last？　It
  might　have　been　so；　or　it　might　not；　the　message　sent　back　kept
  her　secret。　All　that　it　said　to　me　was：　〃Let　the　child　wait　till
  I　send　for　her。〃
  The　Minister　had　consented　to　help　us。　On　his　arrival　at　the
  prison；　I　received　him　privately　in　my　study。
  I　had　only　to　look　at　his　facepitiably　pale　and　agitatedto
  see　that　he　was　a　sensitive　man；　not　always　able　to　control　his
  nerves　on　occasions　which　tried　his　moral　courage。　A　kind；　I
  might　almost　say　a　noble　face；　and　a　voice　unaffectedly
  persuasive；　at　once　prepossessed　me　in　his　favor。　The　few　words
  of　welcome　that　I　spoke　were　intended　to　compose　him。　They　failed
  to　produce　the　impression　on　which　I　had　counted。
  〃My　experience；〃　he　said；　〃has　included　many　melancholy　duties；
  and　has　tried　my　composure　in　terrible　scenes；　but　I　have　never
  yet　found　myself　in　the　presence　of　an　unrepentant　criminal；
  sentenced　to　deathand　that　criminal　a　woman　and　a　mother。　I
  own；　sir；　that　I　am　shaken　by　the　prospect　before　me。〃
  I　suggested　that　he　should　wait　a　while；　in　the　hope　that　time
  and　quiet　might　help　him。　He　thanked　me；　and　refused。
  〃If　I　have　any　knowledge　of　myself；〃　he　said；　〃terrors　of
  anticipation　lose　their　hold　when　I　am　face　to　face　with　a
  serious　call　on　me。　The　longer　I　remain　here；　the　less　worthy　I
  shall　appear　of　the　trust　that　has　been　placed　in　methe　trust
  which；　please　God；　I　mean　to　deserve。〃
  My　own　observation　of　human　nature　told　me　that　this　was　wisely
  said。　I　led　the　way　at　once　to　the　cell。
  CHAPTER　IV。
  THE　MINISTER　SAYS　YES。
  THE　Prisoner　was　seated　on　her　bed；　quietly　talking　with　the
  woman　appointed　to　watch　her。　When　she　rose　to　receive　us；　I　saw
  the　Minister　start。　The　face　that　confronted　him　would；　in　my
  opinion；　have　taken　any　man　by　surprise；　if　he　had　first　happened
  to　see　it　within　the　walls　of　a　prison。
  Visitors　to　the　picture…galleries　of　Italy；　growing　weary　of　Holy
  Families　in　endless　succession；　observe　that　the　idea　of　the
  Madonna；　among　the　rank　and　file　of　Italian　Painters；　is　limited
  to　one　changeless　and　familiar　type。　I　can　hardly　hope　to　be
  believed　when　I　say　that　the　personal　appearance　of　the　murderess
  recalled　that　type。　She　presented　the　delicate　light　hair；　the
  quiet　eyes；　the　finely…shaped　lower　features　and　the　correctly
  oval　form　of　face；　repeated　in　hundreds　on　hundreds　of　the
  conventional　works　of　Art　to　which　I　have　ventured　to　allude。　To
  those　who　doubt　me；　I　can　only　declare　that　what　I　have　here
  written　is　undisguised　and　absolute　truth。　Let　me　add　that　daily
  observation　of　all　classes　of　criminals；　extending　over　many
  years；　has　considerably　diminished　my　faith　in　physiognomy　as　a
  safe　guide　to　the　discovery　of　character。　Nervous　trepidation
  looks　like　guilt。　Guilt；　firmly　sustained　by　insensibility；　looks
  like　innocence。　One　of　the　vilest　wretches　ever　placed　under　my
  charge　won　the　sympathies　（while　he　was　waiting　for　his　trial）　of
  every　person　who　saw　him；　including　even　the　persons　employed　in
  the　prison。　Only　the　other　day；　ladies　and　gentlemen　coming　to
  visit　me　passed　a　body　of　men　at　work　on　the　road。　Judges　of
  physiognomy　among　them　were　horrified　at　the　criminal　atrocity
  betrayed　in　every　face　that　they　noticed。　They　condoled　with　me
  on　the　near　neighborhood　of　so　many　convicts　to　my　official　place
  of　residence。　I　looked　out　of　the　window　and　saw　a　group　of
  honest　laborers　（whose　only　crime　was　poverty）　employed　by　the
  parish！
  Having　instructed　the　female　warder　to　leave　the　roombut　to
  take　care　that　she　waited　within　callI　looked　again　at　the
  Minister。
  Confronted　by　the　serious　responsibility　that　he　had　undertaken；
  he　justified　what　he　had　said　to　me。　Still　pale；　still
  distressed；　he　was　now　nevertheless　master　of　himself。　I　turned
  to　the　door　to　leave　him　alone　with　the　Prisoner。　She　called　me
  back。
  〃Before　this　gentleman　tries　to　convert　me；〃　she　said；　〃I　want
  you　to　wait　here　and　be　a　witness。〃
  Finding　that　we　were　both　willing　to　comply　with　this　request；
  she　addressed　herself　directly　to　the　Minister。　〃Suppose　I
  promise　to　listen　to　your　exhortations；〃　she　began；　〃what　do　you
  promise　to　do　for　me　in　return？〃
  The　voice　in　which　she　spoke　to　him　was　steady　and　clear；　a
  marked　contrast　to　the　tremulous　earnestness　with　which　he
  answered　her。
  〃I　promise　to　urge　you　to　repentance　and　the　confession　of　your
  crime。　I　promise　to　implore　the　divine　blessing　on　me　in　the
  effort　to　save　your　poor　guilty　soul。〃
  She　looked　at　him；　and　listened　to　him；　as　if　he　was　speaking　to
  her　in　an　unknown　tongue；　and　went　on　with　what　she　had　to　say　as
  quietly　as　ever。
  〃When　I　am　hanged　to…morrow；　suppose　I　die　without　confessing；
  without　repentingare　you　one　of　those　who　believe　I　shall　be
  doomed　to　eternal　punishment　in　another　life？〃
  〃I　believe　in　the　mercy　of　God。〃
  〃Answer　my　question；　if　you　please。　Is　an　impenitent　sinner
  eternally　punished？　Do　you　believe　that？〃
  〃My　Bible　leaves　me　no　other　alternative。〃
  She　paused　for　a　while；　evidently　considering　with　special
  attention　what　she　was　about　to　say　next。
  〃As　a　religious　man；〃　she　resumed；　〃would　you　be　willing　to　make
  some　sacrifice；　rather　than　let　a　fellow…creature　goafter　a
  disgraceful　deathto　everlasting　torment？〃
  〃I　know　of　no　sacrifice　in　my　power；〃　he　said；　fervently；　〃to
  which　I　would　not　rather　submit　than　let　you　die　in　the　present
  dreadful　state　of　your　mind。〃
  The　Prisoner　turned　to　me。　〃Is　the　person　who　watches　me　waiting
  outside？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃Will　you　be　so　kind　as　to　call　her　in？　I　have　a　message　for
  her。〃
  It　was　plain　that　she　had　been　leading　the　way　to　the　delivery　of
  that　message；　whatever　it　might　be；　in　all　that　she　had　said　up
  to　the　present　time。　So　far　my　poor　powers　of　penetration　helped
  me；　and　no　further。
  The　warder　appeared；　and　received　her　message。　〃Tell　the　woman
  who　has　come　here　with　my　little　girl　that　I　want　to　see　the
  child。〃
  Taken　completely　by　surprise；　I　signed　to　the　attendant　to　wait
  for　further　instructions。
  In　a　moment　more　I　had　sufficiently　recovered　myself　to　see　the
  impropriety　of　permitting　any　obstacle　to　interp　ose　between　the
  Minister　and　his　errand　of　mercy。　I　gently　reminded　the　Prisoner
  that　she　would　have　a　later　opportunity　of　seeing　her　child。
  〃Your　first　duty；〃　I　told　her；　〃is　to　hear　and　to　take　to　heart
  what　the　clergyman　has　to　say　to　you。〃
  For　the　second　time　I　attempted　to　leave　the　cell。　For　the　second
  time　this　impenetrable　woman　called　me　back。
  〃Take　the　parson　away　with　you；〃　she　said。　〃I　refuse　to　listen　to
  him。〃
  The　patient　Minister　yielded；　and　appealed　to　me　to　follow　his
  example。　I　reluctantly　sanctioned　the　delivery　of　the　message。
  After　a　brief　interval　the　child　was　brought　to　us；　tired　and
  sleepy。　For　a　while　the　nurse　roused　her　by　setting　her　on　her
  feet。　She　happened　to　notice　the　Minister　first。　Her　bright　eyes
  rested　on　him；　gravely　wondering。　He　kissed　her；　and；　after　a
  momentary　hesitation；　gave　her　to　her　mother。　The　horror　of　the
  situation　overpowered　him：　he　turned　his　face　away　from　us。　I
  understood　what　he　felt；　he　almost　overthrew　my　own　self…command。
  The　Prisoner　spoke　to　the　nurse　in　no　friendly　tone：　〃You　can
  go。〃
  The　nurse　turned　to　me；　ostentatiously　ignoring　the　words　that
  had　been　addressed　to　her。　〃Am　I　to　go；　sir；　or　to　stay？〃　I
  suggested　that　she　should　return　to　the　waiting…room。　She
  returned　at　once　in　silence。　The　Prisoner　looked　after　her　as　she
  went　out；　with　such　an　expression　of　hatred　in　her　eyes　that　the
  Minister　noticed　it。
  〃What　has　that　person　done　to　offend　you？〃　he　asked。
  〃She　is　the　last　person　in　the　whole　world　whom　I　should　have
  chosen　to　take　care　of　my　child；　if　the　power　of　choosing　had
  been　mine。　But　I　have　been　in　prison；　without　a　living　creature
  to　represent　me　or　to　take　my　part。　No　more　of　that；　my　troubles
  will　be　over　in　a　few　hours　more。　I　want　you　to　look　at　my　little
  girl；　whose　troubles　are　all　to　come。　Do　you　call　her　pretty？　Do
  you　feel　interested　in　her？〃
  The　sorrow　a