Hecouldnotdwellonanythingbutherwords，tellingofherpassionatelove；allelsewasindistinct，norcouldhestrivetomakeitotherwise。
Shelovedhim。AndLife，nowfulloftenderimages，suddenlybrightwithallexquisitepromises，hungonabreath，theslenderestgossamerchance。Hetriedtothinkthattheknowledgeofherlovewouldsoothehimeveninhisdyinghours；butthephantomsofwhatlifewithhermightbe，wouldobtrude，andmadehimalmostgasandreelundertheuncertaintyhewasenduring。
Will’sappearancehadonlyaddedtotheintensityofthissuspense。Thefullmeaningoftheverdictcouldnotatoncepenetratehisbrain。
Hestooddizzyandmotionless。Someonepulledhiscoat。Heturned，andsawJobLegh，thetearsstealingdownhisbrownfurrowedcheeks，whilehetriedinvaintocommandvoiceenoughtospeak。HekeptshakingJembythehand，asthebestandnecessaryexpressionofhisfeeling。“Here，makeyourselfscarce!Ishouldthinkyou’dbegladtogetoutofthat!“exclaimedthegaoler，ashebroughtupanotherlividprisoner，fromoutwhoseeyescametheanxietywhichhewouldnotallowanyotherfeaturetodisplay。JobLeghpressedoutofcourt，andJemfollowedunreasoningly。Thecrowdmadeway，andkepttheirgarmentstightaboutthem，asJempassed，forabouthimtherestillhungthetaintofthemurderer。Hewasintheopenair，andfreeoncemore!Althoughmanylookedonhimwithsuspicion，faithfulfriendsclosedroundhim；hisarmwasunresistinglypumpedupanddownbyhiscousinandJob；whenonewastired，theothertookupthewholesomeexercise，whenBenSturgiswasworkingoffhisinterestinthescenebyscoldingCharleyforwalkingonhisheadroundandroundMary’ssweetheart，forasweethearthewasnowsatisfactorilyascertainedtobe，inspiteofherassertiontothecontrary。AndallthistimeJemhimselffeltbewilderedanddazzled；hewouldhavegivenanythingforanhour’suninterruptedthoughtontheoccurrencesofthepastweek，andthenewvisionsraisedupduringthemorning；aye，eventhoughthattranquilhourweretobepassedinthehermitageofhisquietprisoncell。Thefirstquestionsobbedoutbyhischokingvoice，oppressedwithemotion，was，“Whereisshe？“Theyledhimtotheroomwherehismothersat。Theyhadtoldherofherson’sacquittal，andnowshewaslaughing，andcrying，andtalking，andgivingwaytoallthosefeelingswhichshehadrestrainedwithsucheffortduringthelastfewdays。Theybroughthersontoher，andshethrewherselfuponhisneck，weepingthere。Hereturnedherembrace，butlookedaround，beyond。Exceptinghismother，therewasnooneintheroombutthefriendswhohadenteredwithhim。“Eh，lad!“shesaid，whenshefoundvoicetospeak。“Seewhatitistohavebehavedthysel!Icouldputinagoodwordforthee，andthejurycouldnagoandhangtheeinthefaceofth’characterIgavethee。WasnaitagoodthingtheydidnakeepmefromLiverpool？ButIwouldcome；
IknewIcoulddotheegood，blessthee，mylad。Butthou’rtverywhite，andallofatremble。“Hekissedheragainandagain，butlookingroundasifsearchingforsomeonehecouldnotfind，thefirstwordsheutteredwerestill——“Whereisshe？“