Nothing had ever yet happened to her sons, no accident, no fever, no important illness, but she had a prevision of it.

She could enumerate half a dozen instances, which, indeed, her household was obliged more or less to confirm, how, when anything had happened to the boys at ever so great a distance, she had known of their mishap and its consequences.

No, George was not dead; George was a prisoner among the Indians; George would come back and rule over Castlewood; as sure, as sure as his Majesty would send a great force from home to recover the tarnished glory of the British arms, and to drive the French out of the Americas.
As for Mr.Washington, she would never with her own goodwill behold him again.

He had promised to protect George with his life.

Why was her son gone and the Colonel alive?
How dared he to face her after that promise, and appear before a mother without her son?
She trusted she knew her duty.