The clerk proceeded.
"How say you, gentlemen of the jury; is the prisoner at the bar guilty or not guilty of the felony laid to her charge?"
CHAPTER XVI.
CONDEMNED.
| And in that deep and utter agony, |
| Though then, than ever, most unfit to die, |
| I fell upon my knees and prayed for death.—Maturin. |
"Guilty!"
The word tolled like a knell through the air.
Silence like death followed.
Some one passed to the judge a glass of water. His hand shook so that he spilled it.