"They will kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and child.

Oh God! my limbs fail me." "Make an effort, Madam," cried Mrs.Sheppard, as a storm of furious voices resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs; "they are coming!--they are coming!--fly!--to the roof! to the roof." "No," cried the lady, "this room--I recollect--it has a back window." "It is shut," said Mrs.Sheppard.
"It is open," replied the lady, rushing towards it, and springing through the outlet.
"Where is she ?" thundered Jonathan, who at this moment reached Mrs.
Sheppard.
"She has flown up stairs," replied the widow.
"You lie, hussy!" replied Jonathan, rudely pushing her aside, as she vainly endeavoured to oppose his entrance into the room; "she is here.
Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without.

"By G--! she has missed her footing." There was a momentary and terrible silence, broken only by a few feeble groans.
Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch.
He held down the light, and a moment afterwards beckoned, with a blanched cheek, to Rowland.
"Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper.
"Her blood be upon her own head, then," replied Rowland, sternly.

"Why came she here ?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully.
"Descend and take charge of the body," said Rowland, conquering his emotion by a great effort, "I will join you in a moment.

This accident rather confirms than checks my purpose.