Griffiths to her boy and ananswering smile from
Clyde to her.
Belknap and Jephsonhad been so encouraging to her
just before she left.
It was possible that he mightnot get well at all.
Come, come, we willnot entertain such a thought. Therecent verdict and sentence was
sure to be reversed and a new trialordered. And that sallow,rickety Chinaman over
the way taking his. Griffiths, alternately praying and crying as she
walked.
And one of the first voices continuing: Oh, sure!
God had laid aheavy cross upon her and hers.
Orgrieving over some terrible thing like his own
fate.
He was exceedingly low and notexpected to
live.
For had not herson now declared himself, here at
this fatal moment, before allthese people? Arethere walls against the Hand of the
Lord? And she, her browncheeks flushing and her eyes brightening, agreeing she would
do it.
She looked, and then turned her heavy, broadback to
hide her face for the nonce. And then the savage scraping of iron trays in the
variouscells!
Arethere walls against the Hand of the
Lord?
Griffiths, alternately praying and crying as she
walked. Thereafter theopening move was called by one.
And another voice: Youdont want to be too down.
Then from still another hoarse voice: Oh, you with your sickimagination. Whatever
herfaults or defects, after all she was his mother, wasnt she?
But why should amurderer seem timid to any one,
perhaps, or miserable?