I was sure the girl had been killed.

She, however, instantly sprang to her feet.

Her hair was flying behind her and she ran toward the gate crying: "John, John, fly for your life!" And then she fell prone upon the ground and did not rise.
We had all seen the mare fall, and had seen the girl run forward toward the gates and fall before reaching them.

Cecil and Sir William rode to the spot where Dorothy lay, and dismounted.
In a moment Sir William called to Sir George:-- "The lady is your daughter, Mistress Dorothy." "What in hell's name brings her here ?" cried Sir George, hurriedly riding forward, "and how came she ?" I followed speedily, and the piteous sight filled my eyes with tears.

I cannot describe it adequately to you, though I shall see it vividly to the end of my days.