Frank Fairlegh, or, Scenes from the life of a private pupil . FRANK FAIRLEGH 287 the idea that she had been the cause of Harrys death, she buried herface in her hands and wept bitterly. At this moment it occun-ed to me that water might possibly revivehim, and rousing Fanny from the passion of grief into which she hadfallen, I made her take my place in supporting Oaklands head, andrunning to the stream, which was not above fifty yards from thespot, filled my hat with water, sprinkled his face and brow with it,and had the satisfaction of seeing him gradually revive under theapplication. As consc
Frank Fairlegh, or, Scenes from the life of a private pupil . FRANK FAIRLEGH 287 the idea that she had been the cause of Harrys death, she buried herface in her hands and wept bitterly. At this moment it occun-ed to me that water might possibly revivehim, and rousing Fanny from the passion of grief into which she hadfallen, I made her take my place in supporting Oaklands head, andrunning to the stream, which was not above fifty yards from thespot, filled my hat with water, sprinkled his face and brow with it,and had the satisfaction of seeing him gradually revive under theapplication. As consciousness returned, he gazed around with a bewildered look,and passing his hand across his forehead, inquired, What is allthis ? where am I ? Ah! Frank, have I been ill ? Tou fainted from over-exertion, Harry, replied I; but all willbe well now. From over-exertion P he repeated slowly, as if striving to recallwhat had passed; stay, yes, I remember, I took a foolish leap; whydid I do it? To stop Fannys mare. Yes, to be sui-e, the water was out at the brook, a
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