She had already seen him twice in prison, and she knew that she would see him again.

She was to go on Monday, Miss Boyce said, before the trial began, and after--if they brought him in guilty--they would let her say good-bye.

She was always thirsting to see him.

But when she went, the prison surroundings paralysed her.

Both she and Hurd felt themselves caught in the wheels of a great relentless machine, of which the workings filled them with a voiceless terror.