As the lord chief baron was leaving the court-house that night, a dark-robed woman plucked at his cloak.
“You have this day condemned an innocent girl to death!” hissed the stranger, close to his ear.
“I believe it,” groaned Lord Elverton.
“It is another consequence of—”
“I know—I know!” interrupted his lordship.
“Nor will it be the last result—”
“Woman! demon! say no more! The end of these things is not here!” cried the chief baron, hastily escaping into his carriage, which immediately drove off to the Leaton Arms.
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE CONDEMNED.
Condemned to death—Oh! dread
The thoughts of coming suffering—there