C. Lee, The oak staircase (1900)
“ So we made up a pillow for Bessie, and threw over her everything in the way of covering that we could find, and then sat down, with heavy hearts, to watch by her side. She had sunk back into a perfectly unconscious state, looking as deadly white as she had been before she was aroused from her long swoon. '"Oh, if Mrs. Fortescue were but here!" cried Henrietta, wringing her hands in despair. "If there was anything that we could do for her! But there is nothing—nothing at all—only to sit still helplessly, while she is perhaps dying under our very eyes. Frances, it is too horrible!" ”
