It was quite dark, when the female turnkey, whose name was Barton, entered the cell, bringing Eudora’s supper on a tray, and saying:
“This was sent you from Mr. Anderson’s own table, miss; do try and eat a bit.”
Eudora shook her head in silence; but the woman was kindly persistent, and the poor girl, by nature very docile, lifted herself up and ate a small bit of mutton-chop, and drank a little port wine.
“And now, miss, if you’ve brought your night clothes along with you, I would like to help you to undress, and see you comfortably in bed before I leave you, for you do not look so very over strong.”
In this instance also Eudora meekly yielded to the guidance of Mrs. Barton, took a night-gown from the travelling-bag, and permitted the good woman to help her to undress and get into bed.
And then Mrs. Barton hung up Eudora’s dress, and bidding her be of good cheer, and wishing her good-night, left the cell, and locked her in.
And as soon as the poor girl found herself again alone, she closed her eyes, clasped her hands, and raised her heart in prayer to God for strength, comfort, and deliverance.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE MYSTERIES OF EDENLAWN.
She deemed him dead, in a foreign land;
Did her smile come back with its glory bland,