During his entire visit poor Fanny had slept. She lay like one in an opium trance. For hours after his departure she remained so, and much time was left me for reflection.
CHAPTER XXXII.
EXECUTION OF THE SENTENCE—A CHANGE—HOPE.
On the last and concluding day of the term of the court, the jailer signified to me that the constable would, on the morrow, administer the first fifty lashes; and, of course, I passed the night in great trepidation.
But the morning came bright and clear, and the jailer, accompanied by Constable Calcraft, entered.
"Come, girl," said the latter, "I have to execute the sentence upon you."
Without one word, I followed him into the jail yard.
"Strip yourself to the waist," said the constable.