The face of the old gentleman suddenly grew darkened and slightly convulsed, as the face of the sea when clouds and wind pass over it.
"Yes, young lady, I remember."
"I have come to denounce her murderer."
Colonel Thornton took up his pen, and drew toward him a blank form of a writ, and sat looking toward her; and waiting for her further words.
Her bosom heaved, her face worked, her voice was choked and unnatural, as she said:
"You will please to issue a warrant for the arrest of Thurston
Willcoxen."
Colonel Thornton laid down his pen, arose from his seat, and took her hand and gazed upon her with an expression of blended surprise and compassion.
"My dear young lady, you are not very well. May I inquire—are your friends in town, or are you here alone?"
"I am here alone. Nay, I am not mad, Colonel Thornton, although your looks betray that you think me so."
"No, no, not mad, only indisposed," said the colonel, in no degree modifying his opinion.