The sad accident at Lyme was soon the prevailing topic, and on comparing their latest accounts of the invalid, it appeared that each lady dated her intelligence from the same hour of
yestermorn; that Captain Wentworth had been in Kellynch yesterday (the first time since the accident), had brought Anne the last note, which she had not been able to trace the exact steps of; had staid a few hours and then returned again to Lyme, and without any present intention of quitting it any more.
Coleridge increases readers' agitation by unbalancing the meter, as in these first words of the mysterious stranger: My sire is of a noble line, And my name is Geraldine: Five warriors seized me
yestermorn, Me, even me, a maid forlorn: They choked my cries with force and fright, And tied me on a palfrey white.