grief-bewildered

Updated: May 19, 2025

But till I do die, I hope you will be good to me, and love me." And I pressed his hand against my cheek and lips, like the poor, frantic, grief-bewildered child that I was. At this moment there came a sound of movement in the stables: I heard one of the heavy doors thrown open, and a man leading a horse across the stable-floor. "How late is it?" I faltered.

Miriam Coles Harris - Richard Vandermarck