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There was but a gaoler left, along with two of the four men who

had taken him last night, and Barsad. The people had all poured

out to the show in the streets. Barsad proposed to the rest, "Let

her embrace him then; it is but a moment." It was silently

acquiesced in, and they passed her over the seats in the hall to

a raised place, where he, by leaning over the dock, could fold

her in his arms.

"Farewell, dear darling of my soul. My parting blessing on my

love. We shall meet again, where the weary are at rest!"

They were her husband's words, as he held her to his bosom.

"I can bear it, dear Charles. I am supported from above: don't

suffer for me. A parting blessing for our child."

"I send it to her by you. I kiss her by you. I say farewell to

her by you."