CHAPTER XXVI.
THE MYSTERIOUS PLAN OF ESCAPE.
Condemned to death—how near
The fatal, terrible to-morrow!
’Twould end her agony and sorrow,
Yet, oh, how fraught with fear!
She counted—mind’s fore-torturing hell—
Hours, minutes, till the solemn bell
Should sound upon her ear.—Michell.
Meanwhile Annella had entered the cell of the young prisoner, whom she found extended upon the outside of the bed, looking more like a corpse laid out than a living creature. Mrs. Barton was sitting near her.
Annella nodded to the warder, and then, with that hushed air of awe with which one approaches death or deep affliction, she drew near Eudora, whispering: