"Yes. And now he is in Spain. At Cadiz, or somewhere near it. If he comes to England he will be hung. I shall never see his face again--for if he comes to England he will be hung."
There was no comfort to be given. Mrs. Hale turned her face to the wall, and lay perfectly still in her mother's despair. Nothing could be said to console her. She took her hand out of Margaret's with a little impatient movement, as if she would fain be left alone with the recollection of her son. When Mr. Hale came in, Margaret went out, oppressed with gloom, and seeing no promise of brightness on any side of the horizon.
'Yes. And now he is in Spain, near Cadiz. If he comes to England he will be hung. I shall never see his face again.'
There was no comfort to be given. Mrs. Hale turned to the wall, and took her hand out of Margaret's with a little impatient movement, as if she would rather be left alone. Margaret saw no promise of brightness on any side of the horizon.