The lost hunter: A tale of early timesAdams, John Turvill
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The lost hunter: A tale of early times
Adams, John Turvill
Adventure stories; Indians of North America -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
The announcement of the Solitary struck Faith, at once, as the truth.
Her mind was in no condition to reason and compare proofs. She only
felt how sweet had been her intercourse with him, and how he had
contrived to make her love and reverence him. She hoped it was true,
he was her long lost uncle, and she believed it because she hoped it.
"My Uncle George!" she said, as attempting to rise she received his
embrace. She could say no more. The agitation of her feelings choked
her voice and vented itself in a flood of tears.
"What, crying, my darling?" said Armstrong. "This is no time for
tears. You should rejoice, for is not George here, who left his grave
to save your life, and has not our faith received its triumphant
crown?"
"Alas!" exclaimed Holden, by a word and look conveying his meaning.
"As soon as you are able to walk, dear Faith, we had better return to
your home."
"I think I am sufficiently restored," she replied, "if you will assist
me."
Holden gave her his arm, and supported her to the carriage, followed
with great docility by Armstrong, who broke out into occasional
snatches of music, once a common habit, but in which he had not been
known to indulge for a long time.
CHAPTER XLII.
O, you kind gods,
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
The untuned and jarring senses O, wind up!
KING LEAR.
As soon as they reached the house of Armstrong, Dr. Elmer was sent
for, and to him Holden communicated the events of the morning, not
concealing his own relationship. This last particular was a case not
provided for in the books, or coming within the scope of the good
doctor's practice. Contenting himself, therefore, with ejaculating,
"Is this the lord Talbot, Uncle Gloster,
That hath so long been resident in France?"
he shook Holden by the hand as an evidence of welcome, and, without
hesitation, assented to the propriety of the Solitary's suggestion,
that the insanity of Armstrong and his attempted violence, should
be kept secret. Rest was prescribed by the doctor for Faith, whom,
contrary to her inclinations, he compelled to retire to her chamber,
whither he sent a composing draught, with assurances that her father
was doing well, which declaration, probably, had quite as much effect
in inducing the slumbers that succeeded, as the anodyne. He next
turned his attention to her father.
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