[Ruth by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell]@TWC D-Link bookRuth CHAPTER VIII 17/19
She made a basin of her joined hands, and carried enough of the cold fresh water back to dash into his face and restore him to consciousness.
While he still kept silence, uncertain what to say best fitted to induce her to listen to him, she said softly: "Are you better, sir ?--are you very much hurt ?" "Not very much; I am better.
Any quick movement is apt to cause me a sudden loss of power in my back, and I believe I stumbled over some of these projecting stones.
It will soon go off, and you will help me to go home, I am sure." "Oh, yes! Can you go now? I am afraid of your lying too long on this heather; there is a heavy dew." He was so anxious to comply with her wish, and not weary out her thought for him, and so turn her back upon herself, that he tried to rise.
The pain was acute, and this she saw. "Don't hurry yourself, sir; I can wait." Then came across her mind the recollection of the business that was thus deferred; but the few homely words which had been exchanged between them seemed to have awakened her from her madness.
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