"That was the proudest moment of my life!" cried Doctor Miller. "God bless brave, bonny Kathleen Carew!"
[CHAPTER LXIII.]
WITHIN PRISON BARS.
Oh, my heart, my heart is sick, a-wishing and awaiting:
I looked out for his coming as a prisoner through the grating
Looks and longs and longs and wishes for its opening day.
Jean Ingelow.
"A week, and yet he has never been near me! Not a word, not a sign! What does he mean? Why has he left me to my cruel fate?"
The beautiful prisoner raged up and down the narrow limits of her prison cell like a caged lioness, so desperate was her mood, so fierce her unrest.
"Such cruel and heartless neglect from him who incited me to that dark deed is unbearable! He does not yet know Fedora if he believes she will tamely bear it!" And she clinched her white hands ominously, her eyes glittering with anger, as she thought of the man for whom she had risked so much, yet who seemed to have left her to her fate without an effort to save her.