‘I shall be a servant, a slave out in Australia, a convict always, whether freed or not.’
‘Oh, swear it, Tom!’
‘They may flog me—chain me in a gang——’
‘Swear to write and tell me when you sail.’
He was silent, breathed deeply, then his eyes lighted up with love, and he exclaimed in a low voice:
‘I swear it!’
‘Would it be for you to divide us, Tom?’
He faintly smiled and answered:
‘You know me to be innocent, Marian.’
‘Yes, as I am of that crime they have charged you with.’