Various, The International Monthly, Volume 5…
“ There was the beautiful Sol, in truth, holding the iron bars that secured the small window, her snow-white hands shining amid the gloom, whiter than the pure linen on the dusky skin of the African. All around reigned the silence of the grave, save when at intervals it was interrupted by the sound of oppressed sighs, as of one who could scarce breathe."It is she!" said Simla, in great emotion: "let us draw near, and press her hands to our heart." ”
