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AND THE GHOST'S BARGAIN. 371 |
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"There is no one here but I."
" There has been some one ?"
" Yes, yes, there has been some one."
She put her little basket on the table, and went up to the back of the couch, as if to take the extended hand—but it was not there. A little surprised, in her quiet way, she leaned over to look at his face, and gently touched him on the brow.
" Are you quite as well to-night ? Your head is not so cool as in the afternoon."
" Tut! " said the student, petulantly, " very little ails me."
A little more surprise, but no reproach, was expressed in her face, as she withdrew to the other side of the table, and took a small packet of needlework from her basket. But she laid it down again, on second thoughts, and going noiselessly about the room, set everything exactly in its place, and in the neatest order; even to the cushions on the couch, which she touched with so light a hand, that he hardly seemed to know it, as he lay looking at the fire. When all this was done, and she had swept the hearth, she • sat down, in her modest little bonnet, to her work, and was quietly busy on it directly.
"It's the new muslin curtain for the window, Mr. Edmund," said Milly, stitching away as she talked. " It will look very clean and nice, though it costs very little, and will save your eyes, too, from the light. My William says the room should not be too light just now, when you are recovering so well, or the glare might make you giddy."
He said nothing; but there was something so fretful and impatient in his change of position, that her quick fingers stopped, and she looked at him anxiously.
" The pillows are not comfortable," she said, laying down her work and rising. " I will soon put them right."
" They are very well," he answered. " Leave them alone, pray. You make so much of everything."
He raised his head to say this, and looked at her so thanklessly, that, after he had thrown himself down again, she stood timidly pausing. However, she resumed her seat, and her needle, without having directed even a murmuring look towards him, and was soon as busy as before.
" I have been thinking, Mr. Edmund, that you have been often thinking of late, when I have been sitting by, how true the saying is, that adversity is a good teacher. Health will be more precious to you, after this illness, than it has ever been. And years hence, when this time of year comes round, and you remember the days when you lay here sick, alone, that the knowledge of your illness |
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