"Oh, how good God is to me! I will trust Him, trust Him for you both, as well as myself." She covered her face with her hands while shudder after shudder shook her whole frame.
Mr.Dinsmore was much perplexed, and deeply concerned.

"Shall I send for Dr.Barton ?" he asked.
"No, no, papa! I am not ill; only my nerves have had a great, a terrible shock; they seem all unstrung, and my temples are throbbing with pain." "My poor, poor darling! strange that with all my care and watchfulness you should have been subjected to such a trial.

Some ruffian has been trying to extort money from you, I presume, by threatened violence to yourself, Travilla, and me.

Where were you ?" "In my arbor, sir." "And alone ?" "Yes, papa; I thought myself safe there." "I forbid you to go there or to any distance from the house, alone, again.
You must always have some one within call, if not close at your side." "And my father knows I will obey him," she said, tremulously lifting his hand to her lips.
He administered an anodyne to relieve the tortured nerves, then sitting down beside her, passed his hand soothingly over hair and cheek, while with the other he held one of hers in loving, tender clasp.

Neither spoke, and at length she fell asleep; yet not a sound, refreshing slumber, but disturbed by starts and moans, and frequent wakings to see and feel that he was still there.