Then as he grew older he met wicked companions, and the devil entered into him until he broke my mother's heart and dragged our name in the dirt.

From crime to crime he sank lower and lower, until it is only the mercy of God which has snatched him from the scaffold; but to me, sir, he was always the little curly-headed boy that I had nursed and played with, as an elder sister would.
That was why he broke prison, sir.

He knew that I was here and that we could not refuse to help him.

When he dragged himself here one night, weary and starving, with the warders hard at his heels, what could we do?
We took him in and fed him and cared for him.

Then you returned, sir, and my brother thought he would be safer on the moor than anywhere else until the hue and cry was over, so he lay in hiding there.