The Three Perils of Woman; Or, Love, Leasing, and Jealousy - A Series of Domestic Scottish Tales Volume 992 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1823 edition. Excerpt: ... " Ay, there is some life still," said she. " You may now come and look at her if you list--Poor woman Hers is a lovely face now when it has no more to shine " M'Ion rushed round the bed, seized the light, and looked into her face. " O God O God " cried he in raptures, " it is my Gatty again --My dearest love --My life --My better angel --Do you yet know me ?" She lifted her hand, but not her eyes, and said, in a low whisper, with long pauses, " Yes, love. I know you--but--hush -- hush, and do not disturb me. The hour is near. Has the cock crowed ?" They all looked at one another with eyes that plainly indicated what painful recollections were coming over their minds. It was a renewal of the same scene that had occurred at Bellsburnfoot precisely three years before, and beginning, almost to a moment, at the very time of the morning that it terminated there by the departure of the reasonable soul. The old pertinacious nurse held up her hands, and with most puissant gestures, declared, that " she could not have believed such a thing, had it been sworn to her on the Bible " and added, " What a wonderful man that is There never was such a man as our doctor " Then drawing Mrs Johnson aside, she added," It is true, I tell you, mem, there never was such a man for performing cures on the insane; and even though they baffle human skill all their lives, he generally contrives to bring them to their senses in their last moments, which I account a great comfort to their friends, as you will find in this instance." She was going on lauding this great doctor, who had got her her place in the asylum; but Mrs Johnson shook her off, and joined her two friends at the bed-side, who were attentively watching the composed countenance of the resigned...