She walked towards him, came closer, then stopped.
At this point, had she known it, she did in fact lose consciousness,
collapsing to the apparent (and unexpected) distress of her father. He
had been the first to come to her aid, and loudly summon a physician.
Afterward she had been taken to the rooms she now shared with her
aunt, who was stationed in the adjoining chamber.
A door opened in the wall to her right, calling her back to the
present. The widow Scott entered quickly, seeming no more assured or
at peace than herself. With a troubled look she approached the bed,
and took her niece by the hand.
"I fear we have made a serious mistake," she said.
The words were so obvious, and such a gross understatement of their
position, that the one reaction the girl felt capable of was
annoyance. The widow read this in her face, shook her head.
"That's not what I mean. Whether we did right or wrong in coming here,
and whether it will help Michael---" She looked about her, as if
fearing the very walls, then went on in a lowered voice.
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