...again entered the apartment ; he missed Florence; she had thrown herself, in unutterable anguisfa, across the foot of the bed, her face buried in her hands. All was silence around; Lady Annabetta's mutterings, interrupted only by the offices of her attendants,...

...was affected by the solemnity of the scene, and by her aunt's quiet grief. Virginia was kneeling at the foot of the bed, her face buried in her hands, in an endeavor to stifle her sobs, while Mrs. Harris looked ruefully out of the window. Several times...