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A MOVING SHADOW.
I bent to lift the prostrate form of the unhappy woman who had been placed in my care.

As I did so I heard something like a snarl over my shoulder, and, turning, saw Nixon stretching eager arms toward his mistress, whose fall he had doubtless heard.
"Let me! let me!" he cried, his old form trembling almost to the point of incapacity.
"We will lift her together," I rejoined; and though his eyes sparkled irefully, he accepted my help and together we carried her into her own room and laid her on a lounge.

I have had some training as a nurse and, perceiving that Mrs.Packard had simply fainted, I was not at all alarmed, but simply made an effort to restore her with a calmness that for some reason greatly irritated the old man.
"Shall I call Ellen?
Shall I call Letty ?" he kept crying, shifting from one foot to another in a frightened and fussy way that exasperated me almost beyond endurance.

"She doesn't breathe; she is white, white! Oh, what will the mayor say?
I will call Letty." But I managed to keep him under control and finally succeeded in restoring Mrs.Packard--a double task demanding not a little self-control and discretion.