Why did Dr.Harlowe send me away?
I am not afraid to see her die.
Hark! my mother calls me." I started up, but my head was dizzy, and I should have fallen had not Richard put his arm around me.
"Poor girl," said he, "I wish I had a sister to be with and comfort you.
These are dark hours for us all, for we feel the pressure of God Almighty's hand.

I do not wonder that you are crushed.

You, so young and tender.

But bear up, Gabriella.

The day-spring will yet dawn, and the shadows fly away." So he kept talking, soothingly, kindly, keeping me out in the balminess and freshness of the evening, while the fever atmosphere burned within.
I knew not how long I sat.