For my own sake I would rather go back to England and deliver myself up to the law I have broken.

But you shall decide, my darling.

If I return you will be known as the wife of the convict Sefton.

Say: shall I be henceforth dead forever to you and my mother and the children?
Shall it be a living death for me, and deliverance and safety and honor for you all?
You must choose between my infamy or my death." "It must be," she answered, slowly yet without hesitation, looking away from him to the cross above the altar, "your death." A shudder ran through her slight frame as she spoke, and thrilled through him as he listened.

It seemed to them both as if they stood beside an open grave, on either side one, and parted thus.