"It is over! Oh, if he is dead!" And she sat upright, with bright eyes starting from a deathly face.

I do not think she knew that she had been in my arms at all: any more than I knew that the firing had ceased before she told me.

Excited voices were still raised overhead; but some sounded distant, yet more distinct, coming through the grating from the garden; and none were voices that we knew.

One poor wretch, on the other hand, we heard plainly groaning to his death; and we looked in each other's eyes with the same thought.
"That's Harris," said I, with, I fear, but little compassion in my tone or in my heart just then.
"Where are the others ?" cried Eva piteously.
"God knows," said I; "they may be done for, too." "If they are!" "It's better than the death they would have lived to die." "But only one of them was a wilful murderer! Oh, Mr.Cole--Mr.Cole--go and see what has happened; come back and tell me! I dare not come.

I will stay here and pray for strength to bear whatever news you may bring me.