"Oh! this is
awful!"
Guy seemed helpless as he stood on one side to let Jarvis approach the bed.
Dexie came in at that moment with several hot cushions, and with their help
they soon had the sufferer more at ease; but for the few minutes the sight
of his agony was terrible to witness.
"Don't go, Traverse; sit down for awhile; I shall soon be better," he said,
as soon as he could speak. "There is more medicine in those hot bags than
in all the doctor's bottles--they ease the pain faster than anything else,"
he presently added.
"How is the pain now, papa?" and Dexie bent over him with anxious face.
"Better, dear; much better, but it was fearful cutting for awhile. Did I
frighten you, dear? You must not mind it so. Jarvis might see to me alone,
if you would let her."
"Oh! I must help you if I can. I could not bear it if I could not do
something to relieve you, dear papa," she whispered, as she bathed his
flushed face.
Presently Mrs. Sherwood came in to see if her husband was better, and to
ask if there could be anything further done for his relief.
"Nothing more, my dear; do not worry about me.
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