Then she tried to lift him in her arms and succeeded in placing his head in her lap.

It was a piteous scene.

God save me from witnessing another like it.
After Dorothy lifted John's head to her lap he began to breathe perceptibly, and the girl's agitation passed away as she gently stroked his hair and kissed him over and over again, softly whispering her love to his unresponsive ear in a gentle frenzy of ineffable tenderness such as was never before seen in this world, I do believe.

I wish with all my heart that I were a maker of pictures so that I might draw for you the scene which is as clear and vivid in every detail to my eyes now as it was upon that awful day in Haddon Hall.

There lay John upon the floor and by his side knelt Dorothy.