The House of Defence v. 1Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The House of Defence v. 1
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
Christian Science -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Spiritual healing -- Fiction
Perhaps it seemed almost equally natural to him that she
should come.
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In any case, the state of things which they found on their arrival
seemed to them both to have rendered his coming imperative. Even in the
last twenty-four hours there had been a portentous increase of cases,
and a panic terror, such as is only possible among folks ignorant for
the most part of all illness except such as shadows old age, and
naturally of rude health, had seized the village at this sudden smiting
down of the strongest and healthiest among them. Mixed with this panic,
too, was the fear and distrust of doctors, and the inability to believe
that it could be right, when a man was prostrate with the exhaustion of
long-continued fever, to deny him a morsel of meat or a crust of solid
food. Doctors were there and nurses, as Thurso had ordered, but it was
the obedience to their orders which, till he came, had been so hard to
enforce. For this alone he knew he had been right in coming himself,
apart from the reason of sentiment which forbade him to be absent, since
a word from him, his expressed wish, was more potent than all the orders
that doctors might give. For feudal obedience to that long and kindly
race of landlords was far more paramount than medical advice; and since
the laird ranged himself on the side of the doctors, who ordered windows
to be opened when all other folk of commonsense would be inclined to
shut every chink and cranny by which air might enter and give cold to
the patient, and forbade solid food even to those "puir bodies who had
been crying out half the nicht for a bit of bread," it was necessary to
follow these inscrutable decrees, though wise heads were shaken over
such unreasonable treatment. Lady Maud, too, had had the fever, and with
her own mouth testified that even she, when all delicacies were within
the reach of her purse, had been content with nothing but milk, and no
bite of solid food. That, too, carried weight.
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