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Chapter XVII.
Sheltered.
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HOUGH Nattie was thus being wailed as dead, she lay in the house of the young contractor, sensible of not much else than that she suffered pain. Till the burns were dressed, she held out admirably, exhibiting more calmness and fortitude than those who stood by her, merely witnessing her sad condition. She manifested a decided opposition to the coming of the old French doctress, insisting that she could, herself, dress the burns, if they would furnish materials.
"But they are all raw, and peppered with dirt
