"Is it on account of Mr. Winthrop's absence you are looking so
sorrowful?" she asked.
"I was not thinking of him, but of you alone."
"That is kind, but I am not flattered. I did not think I was such a
gloomy object for reflection."
"I was only sorry to see you looking so frail, and wishing I could help
you," I said, gently.
"If you only could, I would very soon discharge those useless doctors;
they are all alike, I believe; for I have tried each one of them in turn,
and they none of them have done much for me."
"I do not think there is so much difference in doctors as people imagine,
if they but learn the nature of the disease, they all know the proper
remedies to use."
"That is poor consolation for me, I know if I had a good physician I
would be well in a few days; but the trouble with those who have attended
me is, they do not understand my case and do not administer the proper
remedies."
"Nature is an excellent healer herself. If wisely assisted, she soon
works the miracle of healing, unless,--" I hesitated.
"Unless what?" she asked sharply.
"God has willed otherwise."
"I cannot listen to such words, I am not going to die until I am old. Oh,
why must we grow old and die at last? it was a cruel way to create us."
"The other world seemed so beautiful to me when I was so sick, I scarcely
wanted to come back to this."
"Well, it seems just the reverse to me, I lie awake at night and shudder
when I think of death and the grave.
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