"
As he spoke he saw his mother and aunt coming up with looks of grief and
awe, and on looking into his grandmother's face he beheld, child that he
was, a strange shadow passing over it, the shadow of death, and he
instinctively knew what it was.
"Can't you move poor grandmother out of the sun?" he sobbed. "Oh do! I
know she doesn't like it to shine in her eyes."
"Hush! hush!" his mother presently found voice enough to say amid her
tears. "What can it signify?"
After that Peter cried very heartily because everybody else did, but in
a little while when his grandmother had been able to drink some cordial,
and while they were rubbing her cold hands, she opened her eyes, and
then he thought perhaps she was going to get better. Oh, how earnestly
he hoped might be so!
But there was no getting better for Madam Melcombe. She sat very still
for some minutes, and looked like one newly awakened and very much
amazed, then, to the great surprise of those about her, she rose without
any aid, and stood holding by her high staff, while, with a slightly
distraught air, she bowed to them, first one and then another.
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