She, on her part, would probably identify him at the first glance. How would she handle an extraordinary situation? Would she claim him as her husband, repudiate him scornfully, or utterly ignore him? He could not even guess.
There was no telling what a woman would do who had elected to marry a man whom she had never met, whose very name, in all likelihood, she had never heard, merely because he happened to be a prisoner condemned to speedy death.
Yet she could not be a particularly coldblooded person. She had wept for him, had whispered her heartfelt grief; had promised to pray for and think of him
always. Even the man with the high-pitched voice of a hypochondriac-presumably, from the manner of his address, her father-had hinted that her suffering had already passed the bounds set for
