In her grief and peril, the Glynnes received and hid her; Captain
Glynne sought and found her husband's body among the slain, saved
it for two days, brought the widow a lock of the dead man's hair;
but at last, the mob still strictly searching, seems to have
abandoned the body, and conveyed his guest on board the VENGEANCE.
The Jenkins also had their refugees, the family of an EMPLOYE
threatened by a decree. 'You should have seen me making a Union
Jack to nail over our door,' writes Mrs. Jenkin. 'I never worked
so fast in my life. Monday and Tuesday,' she continues, 'were
tolerably quiet, our hearts beating fast in the hope of La
Marmora's approach, the streets barricaded, and none but foreigners
and women allowed to leave the city.' On Wednesday, La Marmora
came indeed, but in the ugly form of a bombardment; and that
evening the Jenkins sat without lights about their drawing-room
window, 'watching the huge red flashes of the cannon' from the
Brigato and La Specula forts, and hearkening, not without some
awful pleasure, to the thunder of the cannonade.
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