George Manville Fenn,
Begumbagh: A Tale of the Indian Mutiny
“ They were so when I last looked upon them, and every one seemed lost in his or her own suffering, all save those two children, one of whom was asleep on Mrs Maine’s lap, and the other playing with the gold knot of Captain Dyer’s sword.Then came a time of misty smoke and heat, and the crackling of woodwork; but all the while there was a stream of hot pure air rushing in at that grating to give us life.We could hear the black fiends running round and round the burning building, yelling, and no doubt ready to thrust back any one who tried to get out. ”
