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either unheard or unheeded ; with hghtning speed 

 the reckless lad dashed on — there was a sudden 

 cracking, a crash, a dull plunge, a smothered cry, 

 and Paul Gresham was alone upon the mere ! 



" Doctor, you must tell me the whole truth. 

 Are they both in danger ? Tell me, I entreat 

 you," said poor Mrs. Marshall, wringing her hands 

 in the deepest grief and agitation. 



"Your son, madam, will do well enough. How 

 matters will turn out with young Gresham I am 

 unable yet to say. But I must lose no time now. 

 Be good enough to order more hot water to the 

 lads' room immediately." 



" Certainly, doctor, certainly," said the anxious 

 mother, glad of any occupation, however trivial, 

 that tended to the relief of the sufferers ; " but 

 may I not see George .''" 



" To be sure you may the moment he awakes, 

 but he is in a sound sleep at present, and must not 

 be disturbed." 



When George Marshall opened his eyes some 

 six hours after the preceding short conversation, he 

 found his mother seated by his pillow and anxiously 

 awaiting his earliest movement. 



"My darling, are you better now?" 



