“It's all right, dear,” said Mrs. MacNaughton soothingly; “you shall come
back directly you are well enough.”
“I remember it all now,” she said; “did I finish? Must I go back there?”
It was some relief to know that Donovan had been able to supplement her
evidence, and that the examination was in fact over, Drosser having been
remanded for a week. She insisted on going back to the hotel at once,
and spent the whole of the afternoon and evening with her father. He was
not in great pain now, but very restless, and growing weaker every hour.
He was able, however, to see several of his friends, and though the
farewells evidently tried him, he would not refuse to see those who had
come hundreds of miles for that last glimpse.
“What does it matter if I am exhausted?” he said when some one
remonstrated with him. “It will make no difference at all as far as I
am concerned, and it will be a happiness to them for the rest of their
lives. Besides, I shall not die today, perhaps not tomorrow; depend upon
it, I shall die hard.”
They persuaded Erica to rest for the first part of the night. She left
Tom and Brian to watch, and went to her room, making them promise to
call her if there were any signs of change.
At last the full realization had come to her; though she hated leaving
her father, it was yet a sort of relief to get away into the dark, to be
able to give way for a moment.
“Anything but this, oh, God,” she sobbed, “anything but this!”
All else would have been easy enough to bear, but that he should be
killed by the violence and bigotry of one who at any rate called himself
a Christian, this seemed to her not tolerable. The hope of years had
received its death blow, the life she most loved was sinking away in
darkness, the work which she had so bravely taken as her life work was
all but over, and she had failed. Yes, in spite of all her efforts, all
her longings, all her love, she had failed, or at any rate apparently
failed, and in moments of great agony we do not in fact can not
distinguish between the real and the apparent. Christ Himself could not
do it.
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