Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription 220JOSCELYN
"Of course, you don't think him much hurt, and don't care. They
must have had a terrible fight. That Stephen Joscelyn must have
stabbed him with a knife!"
"He did not say so ! " replied Grace.
"Maybe Walter has killed him!"
"God forbid!" cried the mother. "Oh! Angey, if such a thing has
happened, it will all be your doing! And Walter will be tried for
"Stop, mother ! " said Grace. "You and, Angelica be calm, I pray
you. From what Walter said to me, I'm sure there's not much harm
done on either side. He told me that he had killed nobody that the
blood on his clothes is his own blood."
"Then, to be sure, he must have been wounded. It's cruel of you,
mother, to let him go to his room, and bleed to death by himself."
The mother was in a terrible bewilderment.
"What shall I do, Grace? There's reason in what Angey says."
"No, mother. I tell you that Walter has no serious hurt. He
walks and talks pretty much as ever, and went to his room, not only
without help, but rapidly; he even ran up the stairs, as he did not
want you and Angey to see him in his bloodied and torn garments."
"But we did see him, you know, and he looked as if he were mor-
tally wounded ! Oh! how dreadful he looked ! "
"I tell you, Angelica, he is not much hurt. Mother, be quiet, and
wait on his movements. How could he be mortally wounded, to
gallop home at full speed; then to hurry up to his chamber, taking
two steps at a time?"
"Oh! but I've heard of a man walking a full mile, with a bayonet
stuck right through his heart! Grace don't care if he should die. You
must go to him, I tell you, mother, and send for Dr. Moore. I shall
die, mother, if you don't. I feel so faint already."
And the young lady threw herself down upon the sofa, falling
back, not ungracefully, with an air of faintness.
"Give her some blackberry wine, Grace; and, Grace, don't you
think if I carried some of the wine up to Walter, it might settle his
nerves, and then I could talk to him?"
Grace, who had recovered her own firmness, in the full faith, not
only that Walter was unwounded, but that Stephen also had escaped
all serious hurt, now said, authoritatively: