He took him into his own
house at Dixcart, and began at once a course of treatment based on
common-sense and the then most scientific attainment, and calculated to
repair the waste of the Rock and build him up anew in the shortest time
compatible with an efficient and permanent cure.
Even when Gard felt quite himself again and would have returned to his
work, the genial autocrat would not hear of it.
"Just you stop here, my boy," he ordered. "An experience such as you
have had needs some getting over. You can stand a good rest and some
fattening up, and those ---- mines must wait."
Meanwhile, the Island was in a smoulder of suspicion and superstition.
No one had yet ventured openly to point the finger at any reasonably
possible doer of deeds so dark. Behind carefully closed doors of a
night, indeed, here and there a whisper suggested that the Frenchwoman
might be at the bottom of it all. But the mistake that had already been
made, and the consequences that came so terribly near to completing it
beyond repair, made them all cautious of open speech or action.
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