"Now may the Lord help them both!"
Then the sheriff turned to Mr. Berners, who had again sank upon a chair, and was still striving to recover himself, and he kindly inquired:
"Are you ready now to go with us to her cell? She will need your support in this trying hour."
"Heaven give me strength! Yes, I am ready!" said Mr. Berners.
And the ministers of fate went to take the death warrant to the cell of Sybil Berners.
CHAPTER XVIII.
HOW SYBIL RECEIVED HER DEATH WARRANT.
| She looked on many a face with vacant eye, |
| On many a token without knowing what; |
| She saw them watch her without asking why, |
| And recked not who around her pillow sat.—Byron. |
The warden unlocked the door and entered the cell, followed by the sheriff and Mr. Berners.