by John Richardson, Wacousta — Volume I, Chapter VIII (1832)
“ Halloway, compose yourself," said Captain Blessington, now approaching, and endeavouring to raise her gently from the floor, on which she still knelt, while her hands even more firmly grasped that of De Haldimar. "You are ill, very ill, and the consequences of this dreadful excitement may be fatal. Be advised by me, and retire. I have desired my room to be prepared for you, and Sergeant Wilmot's wife shall remain with you as long as you may require it.""No, no, no!" she again exclaimed with energy; "what care I for my own wretched life--my beloved and unhappy husband is to die. ”
