of all his literary labors was to raise up again the down-sunken
Mr. Keller rushed into the room from his office, followed by the clerks.
"Fetch the doctor, one of you," he cried. "Stop."
He mastered himself directly, and called to mind what he had heard of the two physicians who had attended him, during his own illness. "Not the old man," he said. "Fetch Doctor Dormann. Joseph will show you where he lives." He turned to another of the clerks, supporting Mrs. Wagner in his arms while he spoke. "Ring the bell in the hall--the upstairs bell for Madame Fontaine!"
Madame Fontaine instantly left her room. Alarmed by the violent ringing of the bell, Minna followed her mother downstairs. The door of the office was open; they both saw what had happened as soon as they reached the hall. In sending for Madame Fontaine, Mr. Keller had placed a natural reliance on the experience and presence of mind of a woman of her age and character. To his surprise, she seemed to be as little able to control herself as her daughter. He was obliged to summon the assistance of the elder of the female servants, in carrying Mrs. Wagner to her room. Jack went with them, holding one of his mistress's helpless hands.
His first paroxysm of terror had passed away with the appearance of Mr. Keller and the clerk, and had left his weak mind stunned by the shock that had fallen on it. He looked about him vacantly. Once or twice, on the slow sad progress up the stairs, they heard him whispering to himself, "She won't die--no, no, no; she won't die." His only consolation seemed to be in that helpless confession of faith. When they laid her on the bed, he was close at the side of the pillow. With an effort, her eyes turned on him. With an effort she whispered, "The Key!"
He understood her--the desk downstairs had been left unlocked.
"I'll take care of the key, Mistress; I'll take care of them all," he said.
As he left the room, he repeated his comforting words, "She won't die--no, no, no; she won't die." He locked the desk and placed the key with the rest in his bag.
- end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was
- The weirwoods rose in a circle around the edges of the
- and pelted them with stones. A few days later, the sick
- had a certain grudging admiration for the late King-Beyond-the-Wall,
- of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian
- Arya was always quick and clever, but in the end she’s
- “He’s being brave,” said Bran. The only time a man
- had hoped that Meera and Jojen would be there, so he could
- his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
- as well. It was only later that he thought, Men would not
- and large ears that could hear things that no man could
- Dolorous Edd had done the rest, smuggling them from Mole’s
- mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
- Done in the Light of Lord, under the sign and seal of Stannis
- “I saw him.” Bran could feel rough wood pressing against
- higher than a man, but the stewards had been shoveling
- but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been.
- Ghost who smelled him? Of late, Jon Snow sometimes felt
- of his own heart. When he looked across the grove at the
- to choose the Seven or the red woman’s Lord of Light.
- and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
- them still, but no word of mine has ever reached them.
- broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the
- Now it sinks, and this is our long dwindling. The giants
- out to be lignite of little value, in the sandstone (probably
- wool. The only thing that looked alive in the pale ruin
- Bran ate with Summer and his pack, as a wolf. As a raven
- white wood, silent as a shadow. They will never know he’s
- Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,
- thought it might be squirrel meat, and Meera said that
- as winter air. “Where are the rest of you?” Bran asked
- Arron and Satin to the stewards. The time had come for
- and not Spaniards and that they were in sad want of tobacco
- charge of him. You speak his tongue. See that he is fed
- would avenge her. Then there came a brown-haired girl slender
- of mushrooms grew down here. Blind white fish swam in the
- pouring into the cave of the dragon through the open door
- even crossed the slender stone bridge that arched over
- where he had once slept when he had been new to the Wall.
- Dreadfort, and the greater part of the strength of both
- his fingers, right and left, and presently found slimy
- lips of a young knight as tall as Hodor. A dark-eyed youth,
- from the socket where one eye had been. He liked it better
- a word of it. But Leathers pointed at the trees and said
- which marks the natural boundary of the country that the
- again, the color leaching out of them as the world darkened.
- for foes, feeling the icy touch of the air. As Hodor he
- the haunted forest. A north wind swirled through the trees
- solid wall opened before her; it was another masked door.
- from their mothers, even as the Astapori wept and kicked