She nodded assent.

"For what crime ?" he asked.
"For stealing." His heart seemed to stand still.

Then, it had come in spite of all it had come.

Here was his resurrection, and the old life to face.
"What did I steal ?" he asked with dull apathy.

"The gold vessels from the Catholic Cathedral of Quebec, after--after trying to blow up Government House with gunpowder." His despair passed.