11/20 "Poor angel! She has turned in falling; the string is twisted round her throat." Mercy removed the cloak. It dropped on the floor as the surgeon lifted Grace in his arms. "Get a candle," he said, impatiently; "they will give you one in the kitchen." He tried to feel the pulse: his hand trembled, the noise and confusion in the kitchen bewildered him. "My emotions overpower me!" Mercy approached him with the candle. |