And Desiree had cut deep. At the time I thought her
unjust; time alone could have told which of us was right. If she
were here with me now--but she is not.
Finally Harry awoke. He was delighted to find Desiree awake and
comparatively well, and demonstrated the fact with a degree of
effusion that prompted me to leave them alone together. But I did
not go far; a hundred paces made me sit down to rest before
returning, so weak was I from wounds and fasting.
Harry's spirits were high, for no apparent reason other than that
we were still alive, for that was the best that could be said for
us. So I told him; he retorted with a hearty clap on the back
that sent me sprawling to the ground.
"What the deuce!" he exclaimed, stooping to help me up. "Are you
as weak as that? Gad, I'm sorry!"
"That is the second fall he has had," said Desiree, with a
meaning smile.
Indeed, she was having her revenge!
But my strength was not long in returning. Over a long stretch
our diet would hardly have been conducive to health, but it was
exactly what I needed to put blood and strength in me. And Harry
and Desiree, too, for that matter.
Again I had to withstand Harry's eager demands for action.
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