“Lord have mercy upon us! He has killed her! Marster has murdered mist’ess!”
He had!
There in a little pool of her own blood, lay the small, white face of Eusebie, with its eyes wide open and glazed.
She was quite dead.
CHAPTER V
REMORSE
And well we know your tenderness of heart
And gentle, deep, compassionate remorse.
Shakespeare.
Filled with horror, that subdued all outward show of emotion, the old black woman lifted the light form of her mistress and bore it across the room to the lounge.
Overcome with grief and terror, the child followed her, shaking as with a hard ague fit.