The head gaoler of this prison had a daughter of the same age as Theodora.
His wife had nursed them both as babes, and Theodora looked upon them as her parents, and on the girl as her sister.
To them she was wont to appeal at any time of trouble, and now she came to tell them her cares.
She asked for her foster sister, and called her aside.
"What is it now, Theodora dear?" asked the gaoler's daughter, anxiously. "You look quite pale and haggard."
Theodora shook her head sadly.
"I have got involved in a matter in which I am responsible."
"But the evil is over?"
"No."
"As far as you are concerned, is it, dear?"