Oh for a pardon! My reprieve! Perhaps I shall be pardoned. The King has
no dislike to me. I wish to see my lawyer! He was right, and I should
prefer the galleys. Five years of the galleys,--nay, twenty years, or
even the galleys for life. Yes, and to be branded with letters! But it
would let me have a reprieve of my life! A galley-slave can move, come
and go, and see the sunshine.
Oh! I must see my lawyer; he shall discover some new plea to urge in
mitigation of my sentence.
[Illustration: _The Priest and the Condemned Man._