"Say, Miss Adah, won't God cure Mas'r Hugh--'ca'se I axed Him oncet ?" "You must pray more than once, child; pray many, many times," was Adah's reply; whereupon Mug looked aghast, for the idea of praying a second time had never entered her brain.
Still, if she must, why, she must, and she stole quietly from the kitchen.

But it was now too dark to go down in the woods by the running brook, and remembering Alice had said that God was everywhere, she first cast around her a timid glance, as if fearful she should see Him, and then kneeling in the grass, wet with the heavy night dew, the little negro girl prayed again for Master Hugh, starting as she prayed at the sound which met her ear, and which came from the spot where Rocket still was standing by the block, waiting for his master.
Claib had offered him food and offered him drink, but both had been refused, and opening the stable door so that he could go in whenever he chose, Claib had left him there alone, solitary watcher of the night, waiting for poor Hugh.
Returning to the house, Mug stole upstairs to the door of the sickroom, where Alice was now alone with Hugh.
He was awake, and for an instant seemed to know her, for he attempted to speak, but the rational words died on his lips, and he only moaned, as if in distress.
"What is it ?" Alice said, bending over him.
"Are you the Golden Haired ?" he asked again, as her curls swept his face.
"Who is Golden Hair ?" Alice asked, and instantly the great tears gathered in Hugh's dark eyes as he replied: "Don't say who is she, but who was she.

I've never told a living being before.

Golden Hair was a bright angel who crossed my path one day, and then disappeared forever, leaving behind the sweetest memory a mortal man ever possessed.

She's dead, Chestnut Locks," and he twined one of Alice's curls around his finger.