As the men filed out, the tall, fair youth, one of those condemned to death, stopped an instant and waved his hand to his sobbing sweetheart in the gallery.
Hurd also turned irresolutely.
"Look!" exclaimed Ann Mullins, propping up the fainting woman beside her, "he's goin'." Marcella bent forward.

She, rather than the wife, caught the last look on his large dwarf's face, so white and dazed, the eyes blinking under the gas.
Aldous touched her softly on the arm.
"Yes," she said quickly, "yes, we must get her out.

Ann, can you lift her ?" Aldous went to one side of the helpless woman: Ann Mullins held her on the other.

Marcella followed, pressing the little girl close against her long black cloak.

The gallery made way for them; every one looked and whispered till they had passed.