“Still fare you well, however I may fare,
A fare perchance to the Lethean shore,
Caught up by rushing whirlwinds in the air,
Or dash’d down cataracts with dreadful roar:
Nay, this warm heart, once yours unto the core,
This hand you should have claim’d in church or minster
Some cannibal may gnaw”—she read no more—
Prone on the carpet fell the senseless spinster,
Losing herself, as ’twere, in Kidderminster!
Of course of such a fall the shock was great,