This is, indeed, a sad, sad fate for you to come to.
Flora--Flora--" "Do not weep, Henry," said George.

"Rather let us now hasten home, where we may find that tears are premature.

She may yet be living and restored to us." "And," said Mr.Marchdale, "she may be able to give us some account of this dreadful visitation." "True--true," exclaimed Henry; "we will hasten home." They now turned their steps homeward, and as they went they much blamed themselves for all leaving home together, and with terror pictured what might occur in their absence to those who were now totally unprotected.
"It was a rash impulse of us all to come in pursuit of this dreadful figure," remarked Mr.Marchdale; "but do not torment yourself, Henry.
There may be no reason for your fears." At the pace they went, they very soon reached the ancient house, and when they came in sight of it, they saw lights flashing from the windows, and the shadows of faces moving to and fro, indicating that the whole household was up, and in a state of alarm.
Henry, after some trouble, got the hall door opened by a terrified servant, who was trembling so much that she could scarcely hold the light she had with her.
"Speak at once, Martha," said Henry.

"Is Flora living ?" "Yes; but--" "Enough--enough! Thank God she lives; where is she now ?" "In her own room, Master Henry.

Oh, dear--oh, dear, what will become of us all ?" Henry rushed up the staircase, followed by George and Mr.Marchdale, nor paused he once until he reached the room of his sister.
"Mother," he said, before he crossed the threshold, "are you here ?" "I am, my dear--I am.