So slight and
fragile had she become that even Ida was able to carry her to her
couch. Her swoon of utter exhaustion was long and deep, and when
she rallied from it there were symptoms which led the physician to
say that she must have absolute quiet and sleep, and he gave her
strong opiates to insure the latter. Jennie only reached out her
hand for Ida and whispered: "Don't leave me," and then passed into
a slumber that seemed like death.
With her old imperious manner Ida silenced all who entered the
room, or motioned them out if they had no business there.
Stanton whispered: "You know I will be within call any moment."
But Ida's reply was: "If you lover her, if you care for me, don't
leave him; make him live." Thus, in restoring rest and patient vigils
the night wore away. The physician found that while Van Berg's
leg was much bruised and wrenched, it had received no permanent
injury; and in regard to Miss Burton he said: "If she wakes quiet
and sane, all danger will be past, I think."
His hopes were fulfilled. With the dawn her deep stupor passed
into a light and broken slumber, in which she tossed, and moaned,
and whispered, as if the light of thought were also streaming into
her darkened mind.
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