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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Are you sure you are not hurt at all?" he asked solicitously. "Not a bit only muddy," she replied, stooping to brush her earth-stained hands through the rain-laden grass at the roadside. He was still working with the straps when her hands were cleaned and watched her openly as she shielded her face behind Patsie's head while waiting.
John's being away from home those first days of Hugh's illness he had gone to Colebyville to dispose of Patsie's body and secure a new team to finish harvesting kept him from getting the run of the affairs of the sickroom, and enabled Elizabeth to assume the care of the invalid in her own way.
"You couldn't drive Patsie over for him this evening, could you?" he asked. Elizabeth looked down at him in surprise as she wiped her hands. "Why why, I thought you knew about Patsie," she said hesitatingly. "Patsie's dead." "Dead?" "Yes. She died the night you were hurt. John drove her for Doctor Morgan," the girl said, wishing that she could keep the news from him.
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