You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow

Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To Bid Me Fly, But I Wait For Him.

And Now, Dear Sister, I Must Leave This House Or The Retreating Army Will Make Me A Prisoner In It By Filling Up The Road I Am Directed To Take.

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

It Is Done... The Precious Portrait Placed In The Hands Of The Gentlemen For Safe Keeping.