Tom Burke of ''Ours'', Volume II
"The men are ready, sir," said the sergeant, entering at the moment.
"She is gone," said I, following out my own sad train of thought, and pointing to the vacant stall where her pony used to stand.
"Yes, what of her--where is she?"
"Marched with the cuirassier brigade that passed here last night at twelve o'clock. She seemed very ill, sir, and the officer made her sit on one of the wagons."
"Which road did they take? »