The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. Sebastian was gone and another doctor came to bleed her, to rid her of the black humors that were causing the plague. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. “You have not seen your sister lately,” he remarked.
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