Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"Wednesday.
"All is over. I can hardly command myself sufficiently to write, and
yet I must tell you what has happened. Oh, my dear Catherine, how shall
I ever forgive myself for leaving poor dear Gertrude; and yet I know
that this is foolish, for I was ordered to do so for her sake. But I
must come at once to the sad news I have to tell. I left poor Gertrude
in the charge of her maid, with strict injunctions to call me if there
should be any change; but the poor child seems suddenly to have grown
quieter, and at length to have fallen asleep. The maid watched her
until just four o'clock, when, overcome with weariness, she herself
dropped off into a doze, and on waking at a little before five, was
horrified to find herself alone. She flew at once to me, but I had
hardly got to the top of the stairs when some one came running up to
say that the postman was below, and had just met with poor Gertrude,
who had been watching for him at the gate. She enquired eagerly after
letters, and on being told there were none, asked for the newspaper,
which she at once hurried away with into a part of the grounds called
the Wilderness, while the postman, fearing from her manner that
something was amiss, came on to the house to tell what had occurred.
I need not tell you with what anxiety I hastened to the Wilderness,
and there, poor girl, we found her, stretched upon the turf close by
the edge of the lake, with the fatal newspaper in her hand. I had her
taken carefully to the house, and a man despatched on horseback for the
doctor; but before he arrived she had recovered consciousness, only,
poor child, to be at once seized with the signs of her approaching
trouble. From that moment until she breathed her last--an hour ago
--I have never left her side. After nearly thirty hours of the most
terrible suffering I have ever witnessed, she at length gave birth to
two poor little girls, both so small and weak-looking that it is quite
piteous to see them. The elder in especial, which was born about an
hour before the second, is so weak and sickly, that the doctor says it
is scarcely possible it can live, and, indeed, one can hardly hope that
it may. The second seems stronger, but both are very small and weakly
even considering their premature birth.
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