The Trial by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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'I have been out, thank you. I am so glad to try to do anything for you.' 'Thank you. What o'clock is it, please? Ah, then I ought to take that draught! I forgot it in the morning.' He permitted her to fetch it and pour it out, but as she recognized a powerful tonic, she exclaimed, 'Is this what you are taking? May it not make you feverish?' 'No doubt it does,' he said, lying down again; 'it was only Henry--' 'What! did not my father know of it?' 'Of course he does not, as it seems to be poison.' 'Not exactly that,' said Ethel; 'but I was surprised, for it was talked of for Aubrey; but they said it wanted watching.' 'Just like Henry,' observed Leonard. 'Well,' said Ethel, repressing her indignation, 'I am glad, at least, to find a possible cause for your bad night. We shall see you refreshed to-morrow, and not wishing yourself at home.' 'Don't think that I wish that. Home is gone for ever.' 'Home may be gone higher--up to the real Home,' said Ethel, blushing with the effort at the hint, and coming down to earthlier |
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