But Manasseh, I knew, must meet with the fugitive, as the two were to be dwellers in the same city and members of the same social circle.

Manasseh, however, said not a word, and it was on him that I used all my influence.

Still wearing my wedding-dress, I went to his room, where he was preparing for his journey.

It happened that he was just putting a brace of pistols into their case; one of them he still held in his hand.

I went up to him, threw myself on his bosom, and appealed to him.