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He shut his eyes, and remained silent. I mixed for him a cordial and
composing medicine, and entreating him to take it, he once more raised
himself, and looked up.--Our eyes met, his were wild and unsettled.
'That voice,'--said he, in a low tone, 'that countenance--Oh God! where
am I?'
A strong, but transient, emotion passed over his features. With a
trembling hand he seized and swallowed the medicine I had offered, and
again relapsed into a kind of lethargic stupor. I then gave orders for a
bed to be prepared, into which I had him conveyed. I darkened the room,
and desired, that he might be kept perfectly quiet.
I retired to my apartment, my confinement was yet but recent, and I had
not perfectly recovered my strength. Exhausted by the strong efforts I
had made, and the stronger agitation of my mind, I sunk into a fainting
fit, (to which I was by no means subject) and remained for some time
in a state of perfect insensibility. On my recovery, I learnt that Mr
Lucas, the assistant of my husband, had returned, and was in the chamber
of the stranger; I sent for him on his quitting the apartment, and
eagerly interrogated him respecting the state of the patient. He shook
his head--I related to him the methods I had taken, and enquired whether
I had erred? He smiled--
'You are an excellent surgeon,' said he, 'you acted very properly, but,'
observing my pallid looks, 'I wish your little nursery may not suffer
from your humanity'--
'I lay no claim,' replied I with emotion--'to extraordinary humanity--I
would have done the same for the poorest of my fellow creatures--but
this gentleman is an old acquaintance, _a friend_, whom, in the early
periods of my life, I greatly respected.'
'I am sorry for it, for I dare not conceal from you, that I think him in
a dangerous condition.'
I changed countenance--'There is no fracture, no bones are broken.'--
'No, but the brain has received an alarming concussion--he is also,
otherwise, much bruised, and, I fear, has suffered some internal
injury.'
'You distress and terrify me,' said I, gasping for breath--'What is to
be done--shall we call in further advice?'
'I think so; in the mean time, if you are acquainted with his friends,
you would do well to apprize them of what has happened.'
'I know little of them, I know not where to address them--Oh! save him,'
continued I, clasping my hands with encreased emotion, unconscious of
what I did, 'for God's sake save him, if you would preserve me from
dis--'
A look penetrating and curious from Lucas, recalled me to reason.
Commending his patient to my care, he quitted me, and rode to the next
town to procure the aid of a skilful and experienced Physician. I walked
up and down the room for some time in a state of distraction.
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