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CHAPTER 25The Little EvangelistIT was Sunday afternoon. St. Clare was stretched on a bamboo, lounge in the verandah, solacing himself with a cigar. Marie lay reclined on a sofa, opposite the window opening on the verandah, closely secluded, under an awning of transpar- ent gauze, from the outrages of the mosquitos, and languidly holding in her hand an elegantly bound prayer-book. She was holding it because it was Sunday, and she imagined she had been reading it,- though, in fact, she had been only taking a succession of short naps, with it open in her hand. Miss Ophelia, who, after some rummaging, had hunted up a small Methodist meeting within riding distance, had gone out, with Tom as driver, to attend it; and Eva had accompanied them. “I say, Augustine,” said Marie after dozing a while, “I must send to the city af- ter my old Doctor Posey; I’m sure I’ve got the complaint of the heart.” “Well; why need you send for him? This doctor that attends Eva seems skil- ful.” “I would not trust him in a critical case,” said Marie; “and I think I may say mine is becoming so! I’ve been thinkin’ of it, these two or three nights past; I have such distressing pains, and such strange feelings.” “O Marie, you are blue; I don’t believe it’s heart complaint.” |
