The moment the girl was delivered from her irons, she flung herself, all tears and frantic sobbings, into the arms of the slave who had turned away his face when she was whipped.

He strained her to his breast, and smothered her face and the child's with kisses, and washed them with the rain of his tears.

I suspected.

I inquired.

Yes, I was right; it was husband and wife.