“Now you are cross, Milly, and I will go to sleep.”
But I lay long awake, and felt anew, all through the silent hours, the horror and terror of that prophetic dream. For I need hardly remind my readers, that it was awfully verified in the unspeakable atrocities of the Sepoy rebellion, barely two years afterwards. And I do not believe Robert slept, but he could not endure allusions to the wrongs of women—a subject then beginning to find a voice here and there, among English women “who dared.”
CHAPTER X
PASSENGERS FOR NEW YORK
“The bud comes back to summer,
And the blossom to the bee,
But I’ll win back—O never,
To my ain countree!
“But I am leal to heaven,
Where soon I hope to be,