Terry, Mr.
Douglas, and the Squire insisted on relieving him. Mr. Bangs was away
with Ben Toner and two guns hunting for the Grinstun man. The watchers
got along very well through the night, with the exception of the
veteran, who was a little too liberal in the application of stimulants,
which led to a reappearance of fever, and necessitated his calling in
the aid of the ever-willing and kindly Honoria. Both the clergymen had
volunteered to sit up with him, whom they were proud to call their
friend, but it was not considered fair to impose upon them after the
labours of their hardest day.
The morning saw Miss Carmichael in the sick room again, putting things
to rights, purifying and beautifying it, as only a woman can, with the
romantic and tearful, Shakespeare loving Tryphosa in her train. Poor
little neglected Marjorie, who had performed for her young self an art
of heroic sacrifice in handing over her own Eugene to her unworthy
cousin, was allowed, a great and hitherto unheard of reward, to bring
the patient an armful of flowers from the garden, gathering any blossoms
she chose, to fill vases and slender button-hole glasses in every
corner.
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