He will not let her go. Let them do what is to be done
for this poor little fellow. So it will be best for her."
There was a frantic longing to do something for Armine, a wild wonder
that the prayers of a whole night had not been more fully answered in
John's mind, as he threw himself once more over the senseless form,
propped with pillows, and kissed either cheek and the lips. Then
suddenly he uttered a low cry, "He breathed. I'm sure he did; I felt
it! The spoon! O quick!"
Mr. Graham and the Fraulein looked pitifully at one another at the
delusion; but they let the lad have the spoon with the drops of
brandy. He had already gained experience in giving it, and when they
looked for disappointment, his eyes were raised in joy.
"It's gone down," he said.
Mr. Graham put his hand on the pulse and nodded.
Another drop or two, and renewed rubbing of hands and feet. The icy
cold, the deadly white, were certainly giving way, the lips began to
quiver, contract, and gasp.
Was it for death or life? They would not call his mother for that
terrible, doubtful minute; but she could not long stay away. When
Jock's fingers first relaxed on hers, she crept to the door of the
other room, to see Armine upheld on Johnny's breast, with heaving
chest and working features, but with eyes opening: yes, and meeting
hers.
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