The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk GirlCobbold, Richard
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The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk Girl
Cobbold, Richard
Catchpole, Margaret, 1762-1819 -- Fiction
Voices were soon heard coming up the road from the shrubbery, and the
first who entered the house was the father, supporting the head, whilst
the others raised the body of the poor boy. Every exertion was now used,
but for some time no symptoms of life could be observed in him. The
doctor arrived, and he perfectly approved of the steps which had been
taken. He opened a vein, from which the smallest drop of blood exuded.
This he counted a good symptom. He then ordered a bath, at first merely
tepid, and by degrees made warmer. The blood began to flow a little
faster from the arm, and the doctor felt increased hope that the vital
functions were not extinct. With joy he noticed the beginning of a
gentle pulsation of the heart, and a few minutes afterwards of the
wrist, and pointed out these favourable symptoms to the anxious parents.
A little brandy was now forced into the throat. The lips, which had
hitherto been livid as death, began to show a slight change. At length,
in the midst of anxious exertions, the chest began to heave, and the
lungs to obtain a little play; a sort of bubbling sound became audible
from the throat; and, shortly afterwards, a moan, and then the eyelids
half unclosed, though with no consciousness of sight. Convulsive
shudders began to creep over the frame--an indication that a warmer bath
would be judicious. This was soon effected. As the warmth circulated
through the veins, the hands began to move, the eyes to open wider, and
to wander wildly over the space between them. At length they seemed to
rest upon the face of Margaret, who stood at the foot of the bath, and
down whose cheeks tears of hope literally chased each other. A faint
smile was seen to play upon his lips, which told that recognition was
returning. He was then removed from the warm bath to his warm bed.
An hour afterwards, and their unwearied exertions were rewarded with
hearing Master William pronounce the name of "Margaret." Though so weak
that he could not lift his hand, yet his tongue whispered her name, as
if he felt she had been his preserver.
He shortly afterwards interchanged smiles with the doctor and his
sisters, and presently afterwards, with his father's hand clasped in
his, he fell asleep.
CHAPTER XVI
BRIGHT HOPES
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