"But if they kill you I will follow soon, and--oh, it is good to feel you here!" When the first wild joy of our uncovered hearts permitted us to speak of other things, she had much to ask and I much to tell.

I told her most of my story, but said no word as yet of her brother Helier, for she had quite enough to bear.
And, through all her askings, I could catch unconscious glimpses of the faith and hope and love she had borne for me all through those weary months.

She had never believed me dead, she said, though John Ozanne and all his men had long since been given up in Peter Port.
"Your mother and I hoped on, Phil, in spite of them all; for the world was not all dark to us, and if you had been dead I think it would have been." "And it was thought of you, Carette,--of you and my mother,--that kept my heart up in the prison.

It was weary work, but when I thought of you I felt strong and hopeful." "I am glad," she said simply.

"We have helped one another." "And we will do yet.