What martyr can do more than that ?" "Is there no hope of his life ?" asked Magdalen, still clinging to her husband's arm.
"Your father fears not," answered Arthur; "and in sooth, after hearing the story of their imprisonment, I think the same myself.
Oh, the patience, the sweetness, the self forgetfulness, with which he has borne all! One could weep tears of blood to think that such things are done to living saints on earth in the name of religion." They looked breathlessly at Arthur, and he spoke again.
"I will not describe to you what we found when we entered the prison.

Enough that one would not herd one's swine in such a place.
Two out of the three were dying; and the third, though sick as you now see him, was yet dragging himself from one to the other, to minister to their still greater needs, as he had done from the first, giving to them of his own meagre food and water--neither of which was fit for human beings to touch--and enduring all the slow agonies of fevered thirst day after day, that their in some way be lightened.
"Sumner lived to tell us that.

From the first Radley had sickened, as the strong men ofttimes do in such places more quickly than the weaker and feebler of body.

Clarke, who had brought his body into subjection by fasting, who had nursed the sick in their filthy homes, and spent weeks at times in fever-stricken spots--he resisted longest the ravages of the fell prison fever.

He and Sumner nursed Radley as best they might.