Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 83: what you’re looking at

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Yes, the deadly stupor was surely yielding to his tireless efforts, those blue lips were relaxing their rigid outline, while a little mirror, that he every now and then held to them, was at last slightly biurred by returning respiration. Another half-hour and a faintly drawn breath, natural, though feeble, told that he had conquered. At the sound the distracted mother seized his hand in the excess of her gratitude. “She willlive! You have saved her!” she articu- lated in a hoarse whisper. “Yes, God willing, she will do well new,” he an- swered, quietly, reverently. Almost as he spoke those white lips quivered, then the golden lashes swept upward, and he found a pair of aa pice beautiful eyes looking inquiringly up into his. He moved aside, motioning Mrs. Stewart to take his place. ‘What is it, mamma ?” the girl asked, weakly. “You have hada fainting turn, Helena,” her mother replied,as she bent and touched her lips to her white forehead. “A shadow crossed her face, and she turned her head to look at the physician beside her mother. He was ene her earnestly. Their eyes met, and in hers he seemed to read an appeal, an earnest entreaty not to let that deadly darkness settle down upon her again. The look touched him, even thrilled him. “It will not return,” he said, almost involuntarily, “But you must obey me implicitly, and keep very quiet. . She smiled slightly; an expression SP {iner Say