Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's WifeLeslie, Madeline
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Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's Wife
Leslie, Madeline
Physicians -- Fiction
After half an hour, a fire had been made in the room, and the poultices
had begun to take effect. He felt his pulse, and asked me to administer
another dose of the medicine. Seeing that I looked very much troubled,
he said gently, "try, my love, to compose your feelings. It is true I am
very sick; but I tell you the truth when I say, there is probably no
danger, provided I keep perfectly free from excitement, and the medicine
operates favorably. I know exactly what to do."
I was turning away to hide my tears when he drew me down to him and
whispered, "say once more, dear Cora, that you forgive me!" It was
almost more than I could bear; but I choked back my sobs, and assured
him again and again of my love and entire forgiveness.
I had been moving quietly about the room preparing for the night, when
aunt came in, and said she or Joseph would watch with Frank. But I told
her nothing should induce me to leave him. This was said in a whisper,
but Frank heard it, and said, "let her stay. I am already relieved, and
shall need nothing. I shall rest far better if she is by my side."
Aunt put her hand on his head. "Doctor, you are very ill, I shall send
for a physician immediately. Your head is burning up, and fairly throbs
with violence."
Frank's face lit up almost into a smile, as he said, "It is easy to bear
that; the pain is all gone here," putting his hand to his heart.
"Dear husband," said I, "don't think of that now; only remember that I
am your own Cora, and try to go to sleep." Dear aunt had to take off her
glasses and wipe them twice before she could see; and she would not be
contented until she had brought him some hot herb tea, which he
consented to take, as it might hasten the operation of the medicine.
CHAPTER XVI.
"O, women, men's subduers!
Nature's extremes, no mean is to be had,
Excellent good or infinitely bad." DAVENPORT.
"O, jealousy! thou merciless destroyer,
More cruel than the grave! what ravages
Does thy wild war make in the noblest bosoms!" MALLET.
_Saturday, October 24th._
By half past eleven on the evening of this attack, Frank was so much
relieved, that I felt it safe to go to bed, and slept sweetly for the
first time for more than a week. The next morning he pronounced the
difficulty entirely removed, but confessed that the powerful medicine,
he had taken, made him very weak. I carried him some breakfast to the
bed, after which I took my work and sat by his side. I would not allow
him to talk, and was only too happy in the thought that all the coldness
and reserve which had caused each of us so much unhappiness had passed,
and now only appeared like a troubled dream. My heart was buoyant with
hope and happiness, and as I ever and anon looked up from my work and
met the eye of my husband fixed upon me with its former look of love, I
felt that my Heavenly Father had answered my prayers, and restored unto
me the heart, I feared, was estranged from me forever.
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