But it was evident that the shock had unsettled her reason.

She alternately uttered wild, piercing screams, or broke into hysterical laughter.

The earl's presence so much increased her frenzy, that he gladly withdrew.
"This is a melancholy business, my lord," observed Etherege, as they quitted the room together, "and I am sorry for my share in it.

We have both much to answer for." "Do you think her life in danger ?" rejoined Rochester.
"It would be well if it were so," returned the other; "but I fear she will live to be a perpetual memento to you of the crime you have committed." Amabel's delirium produced a high fever, which continued for three days.
Her screams were at times so dreadful, that her betrayer shut himself up in the furthest part of the house, that he might not hear them.

When at last she sank into a sleep like that of death, produced by powerful opiates, he stole into the room, and gazed at her with feelings which those who watched his countenance did not envy.