Harriet turned her imploring face toward the lawyer.
"Let me go to my husband! Oh, dear Mr.Bryson, let me go at once!" They led her to the door.

The jailer admitted her and closed it again.
She was in her husband's prison-cell.

Her arms were around his neck, her tears, her kisses raining on his face.
"Oh, my darling, my darling! my life, my love, my husband!" "Harriet!" With a great cry he rose and held her to his heart.
"My wife, my wife!" And then, weak with long illness and repeated shocks--this last, greatest shock of all--he sat down, faint unto death.
"Oh, my love, my wife! to think that I should hold you once more in my arms, look once more into your living face! My wife, my wife! How cruel, how merciless I have been to you! May God forgive me! I will forgive myself--never!" "Not one word! Between us there can be no such thing as forgiveness.
We could neither of us have acted other than as we did.

My oath bound me--your honor was at stake.

We have both suffered--Heaven only knows how deeply.