text: " The whole affair from the unbolting the door to the firing the shot had not occupied nearly a minute; nor was it much longer before the trembling women succeeded in relighting the candle from the embers of the kitchen hearth; but they were moments into which one crowded almost years of thought; and I remember now with astonishment how every miserable consequence of poor Chesterton's probably fate came vividly and irresistibly before my imagination during those few hurried breathings of suspense--how his father could be told of it--how desolate would be now the home of which he was the hope and idol (I knew his family)--how the college would mourn for him; nay even such wretched particulars as how we were to move him to Oxford--whether he would be buried there--whether he would have a monument in the chapel--and a thousand such trivial fancies were running through my mind with a distressing minuteness which those only who have known such moments can understand