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Doctor Garner's estimate of his patients proved correct. The next day
Walter was in a raging fever.
Hope remained in a pitiable state of weakness, and Grace, who in theory
was the weaker vessel, began to assist Julia in nursing them both. To be
sure, she was all whip-cord and steel beneath her delicate skin, and had
always been active and temperate. And then she was much the youngest, and
the constitutions of such women are anything but weak. Still, it was a
most elastic recovery from a great shock.
But the more her body recovered its strength, and her brain its
clearness, the more was her mind agitated and distressed.
Her first horrible anxiety was for Walter's life. The doctor showed no
fear, but that might be his way.
It was a raging fever, with all the varieties that make fever terrible to
behold. He was never left without two attendants; and as Hope was in no
danger now, though pitiably weak and slowly convalescent, Grace was often
one of Walter's nurses.
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