I shall recollect you again and again standing
over all those beds, and shrinking from nothing, and I shall hold up
the example to my boys."
"Do hold up something better!"
"Can you write?" she said abruptly.
"I have written a few lines to my mother."
"Do you remember what you said that night, when you had to hold that
poor man in his delirium, and his wife was so wild with fright that
she could not help?"
"I am not sure what you mean."
"You said it three or four times. It was only--"
"I remember," said Herbert, as she paused; "it was the only thing I
could recollect in the turmoil."
"Would it tire you very much to write it for me in the flyleaf of
this Prayer-Book that Mr. Charnock has given me?"
Herbert pulled himself into a sitting posture, and signed to his
sister to give him the ink.
"I shall spoil your book," he said, as his hand shook.
"Never mind," she said, eagerly, "the words come back to me whenever
I think of the life I have to face, and I want them written; they
soothe me, as they soothed that frightened woman and raving man.
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