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Only
Foulata
would
not
believe
it
.
"
He
will
live
,
"
she
said
.
For
three
hundred
yards
or
more
around
Twala
's
chief
hut
,
where
the
sufferer
lay
,
there
was
silence
;
for
by
the
king
's
order
all
who
lived
in
the
habitations
behind
it
,
except
Sir
Henry
and
myself
,
had
been
removed
,
lest
any
noise
should
come
to
the
sick
man
's
ears
.
One
night
,
it
was
the
fifth
of
Good
's
illness
,
as
was
my
habit
,
I
went
across
to
see
how
he
was
doing
before
turning
in
for
a
few
hours
.
I
entered
the
hut
carefully
.
The
lamp
placed
upon
the
floor
showed
the
figure
of
Good
tossing
no
more
,
but
lying
quite
still
.
So
it
had
come
at
last
!
In
the
bitterness
of
my
heart
I
gave
something
like
a
sob
.
"
Hush
--
h
--
h
!
"
came
from
the
patch
of
dark
shadow
behind
Good
's
head
.
Then
,
creeping
closer
,
I
saw
that
he
was
not
dead
,
but
sleeping
soundly
,
with
Foulata
's
taper
fingers
clasped
tightly
in
his
poor
white
hand
.
The
crisis
had
passed
,
and
he
would
live
.
He
slept
like
that
for
eighteen
hors
;
and
I
scarcely
like
to
say
it
,
for
fear
I
should
not
be
believed
,
but
during
the
entire
period
did
this
devoted
girl
sit
by
him
,
fearing
that
if
she
moved
and
drew
away
her
hand
it
would
wake
him
.
What
she
must
have
suffered
from
cramp
and
weariness
,
to
say
nothing
of
want
of
food
,
nobody
will
ever
know
;
but
it
is
the
fact
that
,
when
at
last
he
woke
,
she
had
to
be
carried
away
--
her
limbs
were
so
stiff
that
she
could
not
move
them
.
After
the
turn
had
once
been
taken
,
Good
's
recovery
was
rapid
and
complete
.
It
was
not
till
he
was
nearly
well
that
Sir
Henry
told
him
of
all
he
owed
to
Foulata
;
and
when
he
came
to
the
story
of
how
she
sat
by
his
side
for
eighteen
hours
,
fearing
lest
by
moving
she
should
wake
him
,
the
honest
sailor
's
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
He
turned
and
went
straight
to
the
hut
where
Foulata
was
preparing
the
mid-day
meal
,
for
we
were
back
in
our
old
quarters
now
,
taking
me
with
him
to
interpret
in
case
he
could
not
make
his
meaning
clear
to
her
,
though
I
am
bound
to
say
that
she
understood
him
marvellously
as
a
rule
,
considering
how
extremely
limited
was
his
foreign
vocabulary
.
"
Tell
her
,
"
said
Good
,
"
that
I
owe
her
my
life
,
and
that
I
will
never
forget
her
kindness
to
my
dying
day
.
"
I
interpreted
,
and
under
her
dark
skin
she
actually
seemed
to
blush
.
