CHAPTER XIV.
THE GARDEN AT OWLKIRK.
No sooner had Faber left the cottage that same morning, than the foolish Mrs.Puckridge proceeded to pour out to the patient, still agitated both with her dream and her waking vision, all the terrible danger she had been in, and the marvelous way in which the doctor had brought her back from the threshold of death.

Every drop of the little blood in her body seemed to rush to her face, then back to her heart, leaving behind it a look of terror.

She covered her face with the sheet, and lay so long without moving that her nurse was alarmed.

When she drew the sheet back, she found her in a faint, and it was with great difficulty she brought her out of it.

But not one word could she get from her.