The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and MarvelsIngoldsby, Thomas
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The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and Marvels
Ingoldsby, Thomas
English fiction -- 19th century; English poetry -- 19th century; English wit and humor; Humorous poetry, English
"Turning hastily at the sound, she perceived Mary deadly pale;
grasping, as it were convulsively, each arm of the chair which
supported her, and bending forward in the attitude of listening; her
lips were trembling and bloodless, cold drops of perspiration stood
upon her forehead, and in an instant after exclaiming in a piercing
tone, 'Hark! they are calling me again! it is--_it is the same
voice_;--Oh no! no!--Oh my God! save me, Betsy,--hold me--save me!' she
fell forward upon the floor. Elizabeth flew to her assistance, raised
her, and by her cries brought both her mother, who had not yet got into
bed, and their only servant girl to her aid. The latter was despatched
at once for medical help; but from the appearance of the sufferer it
was much to be feared that she would soon be beyond the reach of art.
Her agonised parent and sister succeeded in bearing her between them
and placing her on a bed: a faint and intermittent pulsation was for
a while perceptible; but in a few moments a general shudder shook the
whole body; the pulse ceased, the eyes became fixed and glassy, the jaw
dropped, a cold clamminess usurped the place of the genial warmth of
life. Before Mr. I---- arrived everything announced that dissolution
had taken place, and that the freed spirit had quitted its mortal
tenement.
"The appearance of the surgeon confirmed their worst apprehensions;
a vein was opened, but the blood refused to flow, and Mr. I----
pronounced that the vital spark was indeed extinguished.
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