Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
In the afternoon of the same day I had appointed to perform the
operation against her will, her mother came to me and said that the
invalid had made signs to her that she would now submit herself to my
power. I lost no time in getting my assistants, and waiting upon her
before the resolution should depart; but, what was my disappointment to
find that she had, in the meantime, been seized with an attack of
coughing, so much more serious than any she yet had, that I expected
every moment to see her die of suffocation. Her mother sat beside her,
weeping and looking on her with an expression of agony; and the little
sufferer presented to me such an appearance of emaciation and weakness,
that I doubted if I could venture to touch her with a knife, even if her
relentless foe allowed her once more to escape for a little time. The
coughing and spasms again ceased; but she lay as one dead. I could
scarcely feel a pulse in her, and her pale, beautiful face was as calm
and benign as if she had been soothed by a divine aspiration, in place
of being tortured the moment before by an agony that twisted every
muscle of her countenance. She lay in this state about ten minutes, at
the end of which time she again opened her eyes, and made a faint sign
to her mother that she was prepared. I lost no time. In a moment I had
made the incision; and so well had I calculated the locality of the
stone, that I was able to seize it on the very first insertion of the
nippers. I drew it out, and held it up to her eye. The sight of it
operated like magic. She started up on her feet, and, running a few
paces, while the blood flowed plentifully down her white throat, clapped
her hands, and cried, "It's out--it's out!" She would have fallen
instantly, for the impulse that had overcome her weakness was like a
shock from a galvanic battery, that moves, and in an instant leaves all
dead as before. I seized her, just as she was falling; and, having
placed her again on the sofa, sewed up the wound. Before I left her, I
saw her breathing freely the unobstructed air. Her blue eye was
illuminated with joy; and such was the immediate effect of giving a free
passage to the breath of life, that one might have marked the rapid
change of returning health going on throughout her whole system. In a
short time she recovered, and returned home.
I saw this interesting patient three years afterwards--a fine, blooming
young woman.
THE HENWIFE.
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