Clara Vaughan, Volume II (of III)

y could I see my darling. She waved her little hand to me, and begged me, with that coaxing smile which bent cast iron and even gold, to come across to Isola. In vain I looked

helfer doing, that she had not called me yet? What was I doing, that I lay there so late; for I always ge

finger as usual. There I was, and nowhere else. Was it a tremendous fog? If it was, they should h

h, which seemed very little somehow. What a pleasure! The bell rang like a fire-peal. I fell back on the pillow, exhausted, but determined to have it out w

s put to keep me cool? Cold it is, and my brain so hot. All Wenham lake on Dives, and he will only hiss. While I am pul

, what do you

You might have put a ostrich feather or a marabout to my mouth, Miss Valence, and tucked

aming. But I am sur

up, that's a dear good soul, and when you have had some breakfast, we'll talk over it, Miss Valence. Let me see how your eyes are. Uncle John said they was bad, and I wa

ome strange mistake. Let

bed, and her breath

can't let more. The

the bandage from me, and wished my heart would break. Mrs. Shelfer tried some comfort. She seemed to grieve for my eyelashes, more than for my e

ho means me well? I drop my eyelids, I can feel them fall; I lift them, I can feel them rise; a full gaze, a side gaze,

l his winter rays, though my che

e by which my father died.

the box is locked, my keys are in the top-drawer. I bear the box to the bed, and go groping for the chest of drawers. Alrea

of life suggested that poor solace. No

the right. I stoop to seize it. I grasp a square of colour

rs I shall never see, my hot tears make you water-colours indeed

hat these lovely tints may glow for me again? May I not once more intone the carmine damask of the rose, the gauzy g

chosen well. From his voice I know that he is a gentleman, from hi

ation he sees me trembling for

nea is uninjured. Perfect quiet, composure, so far as in such a case is possible, cold applications, and the exclusion of light, are the simple remedies. All the rest must be left to nature.

quite accusto

ptic nerve. Our object is to keep the inflammation from striking inwards. I should not tell you all this, but I see that you have much self-comman

with your

t a surgical case. I have dealt with such before. Were you my own child I would call

none. I have perfec

ave. "Please God, Miss Valence, you