The Pall Mall Magazine, vol. 6, no. 27

Helping his wife out of the carriage

Joan Haste

The dying man... let fall his hands

'Dead! shrieked the madman— 'dead, dead!'

'I have things that I must tell you in private'

'Oh! my God, this is more than I can bear'

The terrified beast broke into a gallop

A white face glowering into the room through the iron bars

Oh! Joan, Joan, my darling

A tongue of flame shot out

Henry dashed forward and knelt down

'Oh, this is terrible, terrible!' said Lady Graves