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It was but a child's weight to the stalwart Quaker
who picked it up in his great arms and carried it
into the radiance of the great fireplace, and in an in-
stant he and Dorothea his wife were pushing for-
ward the work of restoration. They forced a cordial
between the parted lips, cfiafed the white hands,
warmed the half-frozen feet, and in a few moments
were rewarded by discovering feeble signs of life.
The color came back in a faint glow to the marble
face, the pulses fluttered feebly, the bosom heaved
gently, as if the refluent tide of life had surged re-
luctantly back, and the tired heart began once more
to beat. She had regained her life but not her con-
sciousness, and lay there as white and almost as
still as death. The little boy stood gazing won-
deringly at her from a distance. The calm features
of the Quaker were agitated with emotion. His
wife knelt by the side of the pale sleeper, and her
tears dropped silently on the hand which she
pressed to her lips.
CHAPTER XXIV.
SAFE HAVEN

"The human heart finds 'shelter nowhere but In human kind."

—George Bliot

For many days Pepeeta's life hung in the bal-
ance, her spirit hovering uncertainly along the bor-
der land of being, and it was only love that wooed
it back to life.
When at length, through careful nursing, she
really regained her consciousness and came up
from those unfathomable abysses where she had
been wandering, she opened her eyes upon the walls
of a little chamber that looked out through an al-
cove into the living room of the Quaker house.
