"So he is. Stay where you are, and I'll run and get the news."
"No, please let me go."
"Margaret, you are ill."
"I am all right," replied Margaret.
She ran swiftly down the avenue.
Awdrey saw her, and stopped until she came up to him.
"Well?" she asked breathlessly.
He put both his hands on her shoulders, and looked steadily into her eyes.
"The verdict," she said. "Quick, the verdict."
"Guilty, Maggie; but they have strongly recommended him to mercy. Maggie, Maggie, my darling, what is it?"