Wilson paced her room in the absence of her father.

For many months Georgiana had been in a decline, and any little trouble would lay her on a sick bed for days.

She was, therefore, poorly able to bear the loss of this companion, whom she so dearly loved.
Mr.Wilson had informed his daughter that Clotelle was to be flogged; and when Felice came in and informed her mistress that the poor girl had just received fifty lashes on her bare person, the young lady fainted and fell on the floor.

The servants placed their mistress on the sofa, and went in pursuit of their master.

Little did the preacher think, on returning to his daughter, that he should soon be bereft of her; yet such was to be his lot.