Charlotte Temple by Mrs. Susanna (Haswell) Rowson
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senseless on the floor.
"Take her away," said Mrs. Crayton, "she will really frighten me into hysterics; take her away I say this instant." "And where must I take the poor creature?" said the servant with a voice and look of compassion. "Any where," cried she hastily, "only don't let me ever see her again. I declare she has flurried me so I shan't be myself again this fortnight." John, assisted by his fellow-servant, raised and carried her down stairs. "Poor soul," said he, "you shall not lay in the street this night. I have a bed and a poor little hovel, where my wife and her little ones rest them, but they shall watch to night, and you shall be sheltered from danger." They placed her in a chair; and the benevolent man, assisted by one of his comrades, carried her to the place where his wife and children lived. A surgeon was sent for: he bled her, she gave signs of returning life, and before the dawn gave birth to a female infant. After this event she lay for some hours in a kind of stupor; and if at any time she spoke, it was with a quickness and incoherence that plainly evinced the total deprivation of her reason. CHAPTER XXXII. REASONS WHY AND WHEREFORE. |
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