Wilfrid Cumbermede by George MacDonald
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over since it had been arranged for the night. Her hand was lying upon
it. She lifted it feebly and stroked my cheek once more. Her lips murmured something which I could not hear, and then came a deep sigh, almost a groan. The terror returned when I found she could not speak to me. 'Shall I go and fetch auntie?' I whispered. She shook her head feebly, and looked wistfully at me. Her lips moved again. I guessed that she wanted me to sit beside her. I got a chair, placed it by the bedside, and sat down. She put out her hand, as if searching for something. I laid mine in it. She closed her fingers upon it and seemed satisfied. When I looked again, she was asleep and breathing quietly. I was afraid to take my hand from hers lest I should wake her. I laid my head on the side of the bed, and was soon fast asleep also. I was awaked by a noise in the room. It was Nannie laying the fire. When she saw me she gave a cry of terror. 'Hush, Nannie!' I said; 'you will wake grannie:' and as I spoke I rose, for I found my hand was free. 'Oh, Master Willie!' said Nannie, in a low voice; 'how did you come here? You sent my heart into my mouth.' 'Swallow it again, Nannie,' I answered, 'and don't tell auntie. I came to see grannie, and fell asleep. I'm rather cold. I'll go to bed now. Auntie's not up, is she? |
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