"In the
confusion and hurry of securing our prisoner, and the
apprehension of immediate attack from his warriors, Ellen
was entirely overlooked. Some of my men say they left
her lying, insensible, on the spot whence they had raised
the body of our unfortunate friend, which they had some
difficulty in releasing from her convulsive embrace. But,
hark! there is the first drum for parade, and I have not
yet exchanged my Indian garb."
Captain Blessington now quitted the room, and Sir Everard,
relieved from the restraining presence of his companions,
gave free vent to his emotion, throwing himself upon the
body of his friend, and giving utterance to the feelings
of anguish that oppressed his heart.
He had continued some minutes in this position, when he
fancied he felt the warm tears of a human being bedewing
a hand that reposed on the neck of his unfortunate friend.
He looked up, and, to his infinite surprise, beheld Clara
de Haldimar standing before him at the opposite side of
the bed. Her likeness to her brother, at that moment,
was so striking, that, for a second or two, the
irrepressible thought passed through the mind of the
officer, it was not a living being he gazed upon, but
the immaterial spirit of his friend.
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