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You see that I can manage him. Now go
And get some rest and I will let you know
If he should wake. This little quiet sleep
Will help him greatly. I will let you know,
Yes! Yes! I promise, when the Doctor comes.
And get some rest and I will let you know
If he should wake. This little quiet sleep
Will help him greatly. I will let you know,
Yes! Yes! I promise, when the Doctor comes.
[Exit Mrs. Arnold.]
[Hortense steps quietly about arranging chart, light,
etc. Then kneels beside the bed, takes patient's head on
her arm, saying softly]—
etc. Then kneels beside the bed, takes patient's head on
her arm, saying softly]—
Max! Beloved! How his fevered soul
In all its blind delirium knew my voice,
And answered. Oh! my lover, fallen low!
I hold him in the hollow of my hand
For all his legal bonds, his home, his wife,
His satisfied ambition, wealth, and power,
His foot upon the giddy rungs of fame,
And all those things for which he hungered so,
Whose price was coined from his heart and mine,
From all of these he turns heart-sick to me,
A lost ship to its haven. In my voice
His only comfort, and my breast his home.
My brilliant barrister! My budding Judge!
My rising star that lights the legal sky,
In all its blind delirium knew my voice,
And answered. Oh! my lover, fallen low!
I hold him in the hollow of my hand
For all his legal bonds, his home, his wife,
His satisfied ambition, wealth, and power,
His foot upon the giddy rungs of fame,
And all those things for which he hungered so,
Whose price was coined from his heart and mine,
From all of these he turns heart-sick to me,
A lost ship to its haven. In my voice
His only comfort, and my breast his home.
My brilliant barrister! My budding Judge!
My rising star that lights the legal sky,
