Sarah followed
instinctively, but ere they had gone many yards from the house, said,
"Oh, Miss, nurse thinks you had much better not go."
"Nurse thinks! Nurse thinks! What does she know of me and my griefs?"
"Why, Miss, she is a very experienced woman, and she says--Oh, dear! oh,
dear! And such a dark cold night for you to be out!"
"Nurse? Nurse? What did she say?"
"Oh, I haven't the heart to tell you: if you would but come back home
with me! She says as much as that poor master's troubles will be over
long before we can get to him." And with this Sarah burst out sobbing.
"Come quicker," cried Julia despairingly. But after a while she said,
"Tell me; only don't stop me."
"Miss, she says she nursed Mr. Campbell, the young curate that died last
harvest-time but one, you know; and he lay just like master, and she
expecting a change every hour: and oh, Miss, she met him coming
down-stairs in his nightgown: and he said, 'Nurse, I am all right now,'
says he, and died momently in her arms at the stair-foot. And she nursed
an old farmer that lay as weak as master, and just when they looked for
him to go, lo! and behold him dressed and out digging potatoes, and fell
down dead before they could get hands on him mostly: and nurse have a
friend, that have seen more than she have, which she is older than nurse,
and says a body's life is all one as a rushlight, flares up strong
momently just before it goes out altogether.
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