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 lived with him; I recollected that she had said once: “I desire only to die among my own people.” Such curiosity overwhelmed me; it was not curiosity alone, but something more, which drew me towards her…. I will go, I think; I will see her at least.

I set out, and a good man showed me the road. These people lived at the other end of the town. It was a small house, its doors being very low. I entered. It was the home of an offender. I looked in, it was very tidy, only a small room, but very bright; in a corner stood a bed which was screened from the other part of the apartment, and there, close beside it, stood a work-table, and on a bench other bedding was spread. As I entered she was sitting on her bed, wrapped in a shawl, and was sewing; and the offender was sitting close by her on the bench, and reading a book. She was sewing