I am older now; older by ten years, in thought, although it is not a twelvemonth since.

If that black deed were done again, I could follow, and could combat it, could throw weak arms on the murderer, and strive to be murdered also.

I am now at home with violence; and no dark death surprises me.
'But, being as I was that night, the horror overcame me.

The crash of thunder overhead, the last despairing look, the death-piece framed with blaze of lightning--my young heart was so affrighted that I could not gasp.

My breath went from me, and I knew not where I was, or who, or what.