But she
came back, and held that hot fevered hand on which her modest ring
glistened, and cooled his brow, and made him take his sloppy food, and
answered back in soft but cheery tones his deprecating whispers. She had
him now safe, and would tyrannize over him, she said; till, spite of the
weakness and the sharp pains, his eye began to twinkle with something of
the old happy light that seemed to be of so long ago, and, smilingly, he
murmured: "We are not ready for our graves yet." Miss Carmichael looked
severe, and held up a warning finger. "Repeat that, Eugene, and I will
send her to take care of you at once," she said; "that is, if she will
leave her dear Mr. Douglas for a poor bed-ridden creature like you." As
an affectionate salute followed these words, it may be presumed they
were not so harsh as they sounded. The doctor came in time for
breakfast, but, before partaking of that meal, he visited his patient,
eased his bandages, looked to the wounds, and praised the nurse. "He
could not be doing better," he said, as he cheerfully descended to the
breakfast table.
The constable had respected the sanctity of the Sabbath, and was still
in the kitchen, while his prisoners languished in the stables.
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