"We will go together," he said, and they walked towards the stair that led to the floor above.
There she lay, the mother of these stricken sons, unconscious of their sufferings, unconscious of her own.

Yet she lived.

Since the terrible intelligence had reached her of what had happened on the pass she had remained in this state of insensibility, being stricken into such torpidity by the shock of the occurrence.

Willy's tears fell fast as he stood by the bed, and his anguish was subdued thereby to a quieter mood.

Ralph's sufferings were not so easily fathomable.