"Yes, dear?" He spoke with infinite tenderness.
"Is there nothing more?"
"Nothing, but to go home."
Deeply as he felt for her, he knew that he realized only an infinitesimal part of her suffering.
"The governor has refused to interfere?"
"You heard what he said, dear," he answered simply.
"And I have to go back and tell John that after all our hopes, after all our prayers—"
"Perhaps you would better not go back," he suggested.
"Not go back? No, I must see him! You would not deny me this—"
"I would deny you nothing," said her father fervently.