She bent forward, and would have kissed the girl, but the old man interposed again solemnly, almost sternly.
"Not yet—the lip must be purified, the kiss made holy, which touches the forehead of this innocent one."
"I will go, father, I will go—this is bitter, but perhaps just. I will go while I have the strength."
Ada left the cell. We will not follow her to the scene of her solitary and splendid anguish. We will not remain in the prisoner's cell. The scene passing there was too holy and too pathetic for description; yet was there more happiness that day in the prison, than Ada Leicester found in her palace-home. Truly it is much better to suffer wrong, than to do wrong!
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE DAWNING OF LIGHT.
As sunshine falls upon a flower
That storms have beaten to the ground,
Her heart began to feel the power
Of his deep love and faith profound.