As she stood thus, bowed forward, with both hands up to her temples,
there was something in the attitude, and in the very depth of her sobs,
that struck the old man with compassion. He stood up, and with his
withered hands attempted to put back the hair from her face, as if she
had been a little girl whose grief he pitied.
"Would to God thou hadst never crossed my path," he said; "or that I had
now the power to save as it has been given me to destroy."
"Do not mourn for me, or blame yourself," answered the lady. "If it
seems hard to die, it was harder still to live. Give me your blessing,
Samuel Parris, for, despite the fate that threatens me, I do think you a
Christian. So let us part in peace."
The old man lifted his hands, and blessed the woman he had destroyed.
Barbara turned to Norman Lovel. "Go with this good old man," she said.
"He is heavy-hearted to-night. Speak kindly to him, and come early in
the morning. You will stay with me to the last."
"To the last!" answered the young man. Then he and the minister went
out, leaving Barbara Stafford alone.
CHAPTER XLIX.
STRANGE TIDINGS.
When the footsteps of her visitors died away in the ante-room, she
became conscious of the package which Norman Lovel had given her, and
going up to a window sunk deep in the wall, and dim with dust, she broke
the seal and began to read its contents. All at once her face lighted
up. She read one passage over and over again, clasped her hand in a
delirium of sudden gladness, and cried out in her prison:
"Thank God! oh, thank my God that I have lived to know this! But to
learn it now, with only a few hours of life. Father of heaven, grant me
a little time--just a little time, in which I may taste all the fulness
of this great blessing!"
She walked the room up and down, seized with a wild desire to go free.
Her bonds for the first time seemed insupportable. The sound of a
turnkey near her door drew her that way. She beat against the massive
oak with her hand, calling aloud. A heavy key grated in its lock, and
the man came in.
"Go," she said, handing him a piece of money; "send a messenger after
the minister, Samuel Parris, who has left me but now. Say that I would
speak with him at once. Lose no time, I beseech you."
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