On seeing me, she immediately dropped her head upon her heaving bosom.

She moved not, neither did she weep.

Her emotions were too deep for tears.

I approached, threw my arms around her neck, kissed her, and fell upon my knees, begging her forgiveness, for I thought myself to blame for her sad condition; for if I had not persuaded her to accompany me, she would not then have been in chains.
She finally raised her head, looked me in the face, (and such a look none but an angel can give!) and said, "_My dear son, you are not to blame for my being here.

You have done nothing more nor less than your duty.