He said he thought he
had a little fever and believed he would take a little quinine."
"Oh, quinine--a Missourian would take that to save his immortal
soul--and quite as well as to take it for a broken bone like that.
I did the best I could with it--out there in the dark, but it
wasn't half dressed. Come--" He motioned Josephine to follow him
to Dunwody's room.
Eleazar had slunk away about the house, but Hector, left alone with
Jeanne, improved the shining hour. In a few moments he had
informed her that he was most happy to see one so beautiful, one,
moreover, who spoke his own tongue--although perhaps, it was true,
not quite as that tongue was spoken in Canada. As for himself, he
was a cooper, and had a most excellent business, yonder at St.
Genevieve. But the society of St. Genevieve--ah, well! And so on,
very swimmingly.
In the sick chamber Jamieson advanced with one glance at Dunwody's
fevered face. "What's up, Dunwody?" said he. "What has gone
wrong? Easy now, never mind.
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