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After the Storm

Creator: Arthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay), 1809-1885
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"No, Margaret," said Mr. Delancy, as calmly as he could speak, "she is not dead; it is only a fainting fit. Bring some water, quickly." Water was brought and dashed into the face of Irene; but there came no sign of returning consciousness. "Hadn't you better take her up to her room, Mr. Emerson?" suggested Margaret. "Yes," he replied; and, lifting the insensible form of his bride in his arms, the unhappy man bore her to her chamber. Then, sitting down beside the bed upon which he had placed her, he kissed her pale cheeks and, laying his face to hers, sobbed and moaned, in the abandonment of his grief, like a distressed child weeping in despair for some lost treasure. "Come," said Margaret, who was an old family domestic, drawing Hartley from the bedside, "leave her alone with me for a little while." And the husband and father retired from the room. When they returned, at the call of Margaret, they found Irene in bed, her white, unconscious face scarcely relieved against the snowy pillow on which her head was resting.
The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night

Title: Supplemental Nights, Volume 6 Author: Richard F. Burton Release Date: September, 2002 [Etext #3450] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on April 7, 2002] Edition: 10 Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII The Project Gutenberg Etext of Supplemental Nights, Volume 6 by Richard F. Burton ******This file should be named g1001108.txt or g1001108.zip***** Corrected EDITIONS of our etexts get a new NUMBER, g1001118.txt VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, g1001108a.txt
"She is alive," said Margaret, in a low and excited voice; "I can feel her heart beat." "Thank God!" ejaculated Emerson, bending again over the motionless form and gazing anxiously down upon the face of his bride. But there was no utterance of thankfulness in the heart of Mr. Delancy. For her to come back again to conscious life was, he felt, but a return to wretchedness. If the true prayer of his heart could have found voice, it would have been for death, and not for life. In silence, fear and suspense they waited an hour before the doctor arrived. Little change in Irene took place during that time, except that her respiration became clearer and the pulsations of her heart distinct and regular. The application of warm stimulants was immediately ordered, and their good effects soon became apparent. "All will come right in a little while," said Dr. Edmundson, encouragingly. "It seems to be only a fainting fit of unusual length." Hartley drew Mr. Delancy aside. "It will be best that I should be alone with her when she recovers," said he.