"Nay, the principal thing I have to ask of you is yet a little more patience."
"Patience! patience! It seems that I have been years in this place, and yet you ask me to have more patience. Oh, blessed liberty, am I not to hail you yet?"
"Can you forget that you have another object—namely, to bring to the just punishment of the law those who have placed you and others in this awful position?"
"Yes—yes. But—"
"But you would forego all that to be free, a few short hours before you would be free with the accomplishment of all that justice and society required?"
"No—no. God help me! I will have patience. What is it that you demand of me now? Speak."
"Your name?"
"Alas!—alas!"
"Surely you cannot hesitate to tell one, who has run some risks to befriend you, who you are?"
"If, by my telling that, I saw that those risks were made less, I would not hesitate; but, as it is, London, and all that it contains now, is so hateful to me, that I shall leave it the instant I can. Falsehood, where I most expected truth, has sunk deeply, like a barbed arrow, into my heart."