He had spoken his last words. He smiled, and I understood his touch to mean that he wished to lift my hand, and lay it on his breast. I laid it there, and he smiled again, and put both his hands upon it.

     The allotted time ran out, while we were thus; but, looking round, I found the governor of the prison standing near me, and he whispered, "You needn't go yet." I thanked him gratefully, and asked, "Might I speak to him, if he can hear me?"

     The governor stepped aside, and beckoned the officer away. The change, though it was made without noise, drew back the film from the placid look at the white ceiling, and he looked most affectionately at me.

     "Dear Magwitch, I must tell you now, at last. You understand what I say?"

     A gentle pressure on my hand.

     "You had a child once, whom you loved and lost."

     A stronger pressure on my hand.

     "She lived, and found powerful friends. She is living now. She is a lady and very beautiful. And I love her!"