"Speak to me, William!" said Mrs. Morris, in a startled tone. "You are
not hurt, are you?" and she put her candle on the table and came and sat
down beside him.
He dropped his hands from his face, and tears were running down his
cheeks. "Ten lives lost," he said; "among them Mrs. Montague."
Mrs. Morris looked horrified, and gave a little cry, "William, it can't
be so!"
It seemed as if Mr. Morris could not sit still. He got up and walked to
and fro on the floor. "It was an awful scene, Margaret. I never wish to
look upon the like again. Do you remember how I protested against the
building of that deathtrap? Look at the wide, open streets around it,
and yet they persisted in running it up to the sky. God will require an
account of those deaths at the hands of the men who put up that
building. It is terrible--this disregard of human lives. To think of
that delicate woman and her death agony." He threw himself in a chair
and buried his face in his hands.
"Where was she? How did it happen? Was her husband saved, and Charlie?"
said Mrs. Morris, in a broken voice.
"Yes; Charlie and Mr. Montague are safe.
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