I let you go, without one word of thanks for all that you have done for us.

What must you have thought of me ?" "I thought that you were a very courageous girl," Fergus said earnestly; "and that, after what you had gone through, the sight of your father as you believed dying, and your mother in such a state, you were wonderfully calm and composed.

It would have been strange, indeed, had you thought of anything else at such a time." "You are very good to say so, sir; but when I heard, from the surgeons you sent, that you had fainted from loss of blood after delivering your message, I felt that I should never forgive myself.
You had thought so much of us, and not of yourself.

You had gone about seeing to our comfort, and giving orders and arranging everything, and all the time you yourself needed aid." "The wound was a mere trifle," he said, "and I scarce gave it a thought, myself, until I began to feel faint from loss of blood.

I can assure you that the thought that you were ungrateful has never once entered my head." "And now, will you please come up to see my mother, sir.