But, on one side of the portal, and rooted almost at the threshold, was
a wild rose-bush, covered, in this month of June, with its delicate
gems, which might be imagined to offer their fragrance and fragile
beauty to the prisoner as he went in, and to the condemned criminal as
he came forth to his doom, in token that the deep heart of Nature could
pity and be kind to him
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