As my eyes
rested on her a moment, in closing the door, I saw that her form
remained as still as a statue.
CHAPTER XXIII.
An hour later, when Constance went to see Mrs. Dewey, she found her
in a state of unconsciousness, nature having at last given way. Not
long after I left the house, her mother, on entering the room where
the children were laid out, found her insensible, lying across the
bed, with her dead babes clasped in her arms.
Mrs. Floyd sent word for me to come and see her daughter, as she
continued in a lethargic state. I found her like one in a deep
sleep, only her breathing was light, and her pulse very feeble, but
regular. She was out of the reach of my skill, and in the hands of
the Great Physician. I could only trust the cure to Him. No medicine
for the body would be of any avail here. I called again in the
afternoon; but found no change. How little was there in the pale,
pinched face that lay among the white pillows, to remind me of the
handsome, dashing Mrs. Dewey, of a year gone by!
"What do you think of her, Doctor?"
Mrs.
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