"I lay under the bush, and went to sleep; and then they came and woke me, and brought me here.

I want air!" he cried, suddenly changing his tone, and springing up, he rushed to the grated window, and seemed to gasp for breath.

The small lattice stood open, but the prisoner, devoured by fever, could not be satisfied with such coolness as came in through it.

He seized the iron bars with trembling hands and tried to shake them; then finding it useless, went back to his chair, and covering his face, burst into tears.
Mrs.Costello was instantly at his side.

In her strange, short married life she had given no caresses to her tyrant; now, upon this miserable wreck, she lavished all the compassionate tenderness of her heart.