XXIV
Hushed were his Gertrude's lips; but still their bland
And beautiful expression seemed to melt With love that could not die! and still his hand She presses to the heart no more that felt.
Gertrude of Wyoming.
The brief arrangements of the dragoons had prepared two apartments for the reception of the ladies, the one being intended as a sleeping room, and situated within the other. Into the latter Isabella was immediately conveyed, at her own request, and placed on a rude bed by the side of the unconscious Sarah. When Miss Peyton and Frances flew to her assistance, they found her with a smile on her pallid lip, and a composure in her countenance, that induced them to think her uninjured. "God be praised!" exclaimed the trembling aunt. "The report of firearms, and your fall, had l
