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
"The poor mother, whose attachment to her children was perhaps the
more powerful as they were the sole relatives or connections she
had in the world, was overwhelmed with a grief amounting almost to
frenzy; it was with difficulty that she was removed to her own room
by the united strength of her daughter and medical adviser. Nearly an
hour had elapsed during the endeavour at calming her transports; they
had succeeded, however, to a certain extent, and Mr. I---- had taken
his leave, when Elizabeth, re-entering the bedchamber in which her
sister lay, in order to pay the last sad duties to her corpse, was
horror-struck at seeing a crimson stream of blood running down the
side of the counterpane to the floor. Her exclamation brought the girl
again to her side, when it was perceived, to their astonishment, that
the sanguine stream proceeded from the arm of the body, which was now
manifesting signs of returning life. The half-frantic mother flew to
the room, and it was with difficulty that they could prevent her in her
agitation from so acting as to extinguish for ever the hope which had
begun to rise in their bosoms. A long-drawn sigh, amounting almost to
a groan, followed by several convulsive gaspings, was the prelude to
the restoration of the animal functions in poor Mary: a shriek, almost
preternaturally loud, considering her state of exhaustion, succeeded;
but she did recover, and with the help of restoratives was well enough
towards morning to express a strong desire that I should be sent
for,--a desire the more readily complied with, inasmuch as the strange
expressions and declarations she had made since her restoration to
consciousness had filled her sister with the most horrible suspicions.
The nature of these suspicions was such as would at any other time,
perhaps, have raised a smile upon my lips; but the distress, and even
agony of the poor girl, as she half hinted and half expressed them,
were such as entirely to preclude every sensation at all approaching
to mirth. Without endeavouring, therefore, to combat ideas, evidently
too strongly impressed upon her mind at the moment to admit of present
refutation, I merely used a few encouraging words, and requested her to
precede me to the sick-chamber.
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