A moment, and the cry of the convict rang through the cell.

Tirzah heard it also; and they both arose, still keeping hold of each other.
"Praised be the Lord forever!" exclaimed the mother, with the fervor of restored faith and hope.
"Ho, there!" they heard next; and then, "Who are you ?" The voice was strange.

What matter?
Except from Tirzah, they were the first and only words the mother had heard in eight years.
The revulsion was mighty--from death to life--and so instantly! "A woman of Israel, entombed here with her daughter.

Help us quickly, or we die." "Be of cheer.

I will return." The women sobbed aloud.