'My dear John's murdered! I am the miserable wretch--I did it in my sleep!' She repeated these frantic words over and over again, until she dropped in a swoon.

Mr.
Deluc and I carried her back into the bedroom.

We both thought the poor creature had been driven distracted by some dreadful dream.

But when we got to the bedside--don't ask me what we saw; the doctor has told you about it already.

I was once a nurse in a hospital, and accustomed, as such, to horrid sights.