Ah, won't you save him, if you can ?" "What are you to him, pale-face ?" she said, her eyes peering into the pot.
"Nothing more to him than you are, madame," the girl answered wearily.
"I'll cure because I want, not because you ask me, pretty brat." Elise's heart gave a leap: these very herbs were for Valmond! The old woman had travelled far to get the medicaments immediately she had heard of Valmond's illness.

Night and day she had trudged, and she was more brown and weather-beaten than ever.
"The black fever! the black fever!" cried the old woman.

"I know it well.

It's most like a plague.

I know it.