The prisoner sighed and bent his head.
The priest bowed over him a moment, murmured a benediction and passed out through the heavy iron door that shut Leon Vinton in forever from the busy, beautiful world.
[CHAPTER XLII.]
A few hours later the heavy iron door was unlocked, then clanged together again, shutting Lawrence Ernscliffe in alone with the condemned prisoner.
They looked at each other in blank silence for a minute, then the visitor said coldly:
"You sent for me?"
"Yes, I sent for you," said the prisoner, eagerly. "I have wronged you and would make reparation before—before to-morrow."
The fire of rage and hatred that flared up in the listener's eyes was dreadful to behold.