“You will!” said Peg, eagerly.
“I will.”
“After all the injury I have done you, you will trust me still?”
“Who am I that I should condemn you? Yes, I will trust you, and forgive you.”
“I never expected to hear such words,” said Peg, her heart softened, and her arid eyes moistened by unwonted emotion, “least of all from you. I should like to ask one thing.”
“What is it?”
“Will you let her come and see me sometimes?” she pointed to Ida as she spoke; “it will remind me that this is not all a dream—these words which you have spoken.”
“She shall come,” said Mrs. Clifton, “and I will come too, sometimes.”
“Thank you,” said Peg.
They left the prison behind them, and returned home.