Christian's Mistake by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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grave. Happy he over whose cradle it has bent, and who, nearing the
grave, shalt have such a one upon whose bosom he may close his weary eyes. When Christian saw her husband, she stirred, and put up a linger far silence, Dr. Grey crossed the room, trying hard to make his step light and noiseless, but piteously failing in the attempt. Still Arthur was not disturbed. "He sleeps sound, Christian. Does he suffer very much, do you think?" "Not now." "Will he ever recover?" "I hope so. Oh, please God, I trust so! Dr. Anstruther said there was no reason why he should not." "And you--you think so too?" with a touching appeal. "Yes, I do think so" Dr. Grey seemed relieved. In a kind of helpless, childlike way, he stood behind her and watched all she did for the child, who waked thirsty, and cried and moaned, but by-and--by was soothed to sleep again. His father shuddered as he gazed upon him. "He looks as if he were dead--my poor boy!" |
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