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seemed to think rally possible, if only there was no fresh access.
They stood over the fire, and Julius asked, "Can't you lie on the
sofa, Jenny? I can stay."
"No," said Jenny, restlessly. "No, I can't. I know you have
something to tell me."
"Moy has come home, Jenny. He is in terrible trouble. His daughter
has eloped with young Simmonds at the training stables."
"The most appropriate end of her bringing up," said Jenny, in the
hard tone it was so difficult to answer--it was so unlike herself--
and her thought was that weak pity and forbearance would hinder
exertions in Archie's cause. "Generous at other folks' expense,"
said she to herself. "Sparing the guilty and leaving the innocent
to exile!"
But a moaning murmur, and Cranstoun's movement at once summoned them
both to the bedside.
Alas! here was the attack that the doctor had evidently apprehended
as likely to be fatal. Hour after hour did sister, nurse, and
friend stand watching, and doing their best, their piteously little
best, while consciousness, if there was any, was far out of their
reach.
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