Sabine Baring-Gould,
In the Roar of the Sea — Chapter 25
“ Judith dropped the candle on the floor, and rushed with outstretched arms, and a cry piercing, but beaten back on her by the walls and vault of the cell and caught the frightened boy to her heart. "Jamie! O my Jamie! my Jamie!" She swayed herself, crying, in the bed, holding him to her, with no thought, her whole being absorbed in a spasm of intensest, most harrowing pain. The tallow candle was on the slate floor, fallen, melting, spluttering, flaming. ”
