You've done it now," exclaimed Goody Grace. "Away
with you!"
Peter fairly dragged her out, while the women attended to Stead.
But he let her wait outside till they heard, "Not dead, but not far
from it"
CHAPTER XXII.
EMLYN'S TROTH.
"Woman's love is writ in water,
Woman's faith is traced in sand."
AYTOUN.
Day after day Steadfast Kenton lingered between life and death, and
though the external wound healed, there was little relief to the
deeper injury which could not be reached, and which the damps and
chills of autumn and winter could only aggravate.
He could move little, and speak even less; and suffered much, both
from pain and difficulty of breathing, as he lay against sacks and
pillows on his bed, or sat up in an elbow chair which Mrs. Elmwood
lent him. Everybody was very kind in those days of danger. Mrs.
Elmwood let Rusha come on many an afternoon to help her sister, and
always bringing some posset, or cordial, or dainty of some sort to
tempt the invalid.
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