“I am sorry to hurry you,” said the officer; “but I cannot wait much longer.”
Jacob rose feebly, and descended the stairs supported by the officer.
When the wretched copyist came in sight of the Tombs, his strength again deserted him, and he became as weak as an infant. Supported on either side he passed through the portal, and the heavy door swung back upon its hinges.
When he had been conducted to his cell and left alone, he flung himself in an agony of terror and apprehension upon the pallet, clenching his hands in impotent fury, while he muttered to himself, “Margaret has done this! Margaret has done this!”
CHAPTER XXXVII.
A WOMAN’S HEART.
When the lawyer returned to his office, he found Margaret seated in the same place and in the same attitude in which he had left her. She started when he came into the room, and fixed her eyes eagerly upon him with a look of anxious inquiry.
“Well,” said the lawyer, rubbing his hands cheerfully, “we have succeeded. The bird is fairly caged.”
“Where have you carried him?” asked Margaret, in a low voice.
“To the Tombs!”
“How did he appear when you arrested him?” Margaret asked.