Angela turned on him: "So, it's YOU who are sending him to prison?"
"I am."
Angela appealed to the magistrate.
"Don't do this, I entreat you—don't do it."
"But I have no choice, Miss Kingsnorth."
"The man can scarcely walk," she pleaded.
"He will receive every attention, believe me, Miss Kingsnorth," Roche replied.
Angela faced her brother again.
"If you let that wounded man go from this house to-day you will regret it to the end of your life." Her face was dead-white; her breath was coming thickly; her eyes were fastened in hatred on her brother's face.
"Kindly try and control yourself, Angela," Kingsnorth said sternly. "You should consider my position a little more—"