I can answer for my Mary as
well as myself--the story of to-night's happenings shall never pass our
lips until you give us leave to speak."
"Thank you! Oh, I thank you a thousand times!" sobbed the girl. "You
have lifted a terrible load from my heart. If the time ever comes when I
can repay you, rest assured it shall surely be done."
She tried to rise from her couch, but the good wife held her back upon
her pillow with a detaining hand, exclaiming:
"What are you about to do, my dear child?"
"Go away from here," sobbed the girl, again attempting to arise from the
couch, but falling back upon the pillow from sheer weakness.
She did not leave that couch for many a day. What she had undergone had
been too much for her shattered nerves.
Brain fever threatened the hapless girl, but was warded off by the
faithful nursing of old Adam's faithful wife.
And during those weeks the good woman could learn nothing of the history
of the beautiful young stranger, who persistently refused to divulge one
word concerning herself.
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