You can trust me! Always you can trust me, Ruth." The Girl smiled and fell into a light, even slumber.

Granny Moreland stumbled to the couch and rolled on it sobbing with nervous exhaustion.
Doctor Carey called the nurse to take her place.

Then he came to the Harvester's side and whispered, "Let me, David!" The Harvester looked up with his queer grin, but he made no motion to arise.
"Won't you trust me, David?
I'll watch as if it were my own wife." "I wouldn't trust any man on earth, for the coming three hours," replied the Harvester.

"If I keep this up that long, she is safe.

Go and rest until I call you." He again bent over the Girl, one hand on her left wrist, the other over her heart, his eyes on her lips, watching the depth and strength of her every breath.