The woman put her hands upon the other's shoulders and looked squarely into his face.
"Oh, John," she said—it was the first time she had ever called him by his Christian name—"Oh, John, be blind no more. This afternoon our Cause has been given an Impetus such as it has never had before.
"Just think how splendidly Gilbert Lothian is going to his shameful death."
"Oh, it won't be death. We shall make interest and it will be penal servitude for life."
Julia Daly made a slight motion of her hands.
"As you will," she said, "and as you wish. I think he would prefer death. But if he is to endure a longer punishment, that also will bring him nearer, and nearer, and nearer to his Mary."
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