No one would have been so cruel but they."
She stopped and gazed wildly out of the window at the prison.
Neither of us knew what to say for the moment.
"Many times from this window," she cried, "I have seen a man walk
out of that prison gate. I always watch to see what he does,
though I know it is no use. If he stands in the free air, stops
short, and looks up suddenly, taking a long look at every house--I
hope. But he always turns for a quick, backward look at the prison
and goes half running down the hill. They always stop in that
fashion, when the steel door opens outward. Yet I have always
looked and hoped. But I can hope no more--no more. The last chance
is gone."
"No--not the last chance," exclaimed Craig, springing to her side
lest she should fall. Then he added gently, "You must come with me
to East Point--immediately."
"What--leave him here--alone--in the last days? No--no--no. Never.
I must see him. I wonder if they have told him yet."
It was evident that she had lost faith in Kennedy, in everybody,
now.
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