Jane Loudon, The Mummy (Loudon) — Chapter III. (1827)
“ Clara, my dear Clara! open your eyes, my love; are you hurt?" "Oh, my dear uncle!" sighed Clara, "Edmund is in prison, and he certainly will be beheaded." "In prison, child! you must be dreaming." "Indeed I am not, uncle: I heard the men who are placing the adjoining house say so. He has fought with Prince Ferdinand in the palace garden." "My boy, my darling boy!" cried Sir Ambrose, and rushed out of the room in despair. ”
