Robert Aveson, Eventful Narratives
“ But even while the precious thought was taking form, a rattle of musketry shook the window panes; and a moment later the deep boom of a siege gun—shaking the houses from chimney to cellar—told that the struggle was renewed in all its fierceness.When this grim messenger dispelled their hope with his harsh voice, Emeline pressed her hands to her bosom and sank upon the floor. As she dropped she cried:"Drusilla, my friend, this instant has widowed us and has taken from this house its only son. I feel the dread fact her in my heart!" ”
