Keep up a stout heart, for I am with you.

We--we _can't_ lose.

We shall win--we _must_ win! Don't condemn me for being what I am and who I am, Gabriel.

Only think what--with your help--I may yet be! And now again, good-bye!" Their hands parted.

Gabriel, still silent, stood there in his cell, watching her till she vanished from his sight down the long corridor of grief and tears.