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Count Schulenberg covered the left of the march with a battalion of grenadiers, a regiment of horse, and the light troops of Buckenburgh. The whole army marched in two columns.
For one week I have waited for a look, a sigh, a pressure of the hand; and when I come hither to take you from your home forever, you receive me as if I were a courier. No, Margaret, no I will not wait to speak my love until we are in Paris." "Then, Count Schulenberg, farewell. We have nothing more to say to one another."
But I cannot comprehend your love. It is a bitter draught in a golden beaker." "Then do not drink it," said she, retreating. "I must I must drink it; for my soul thirsts for the cup, and I will accept its contents." "My conditions?" "Yes, since I must," said Schulenberg, heaving a sigh.
"Yes; I know," said Phillida, compressing her lips. "Did you not treat this Schulenberg girl as a faith-healer?" "I prayed for her as a friend," said Phillida, "and encouraged her to believe that she might be healed if she could exercise faith. She did get much better." "I know, I know," said the doctor in an offhand way; "a well-known result of strong belief in cases of nerve disease.
She says it makes her stronger just to look at me. And if I can take her a flower, or some little bit of outdoors, it is more in her life than a trip to the country would be in mine. Poor Wilhelmina Schulenberg has not been down the stairs for five years. We talk of trying to get an invalid's chair for her when the warm weather comes, so that her brother can wheel her in the Square."
"You seem to think that some diseases are curable by faith and some not, Dr. Beswick," she said. "Certainly," said Beswick, tipping his chair back and drumming on the table softly with his fingers. "We use faith-cure and mind-cure in certain diseases of the nerves. Nothing could have been better for that Schulenberg girl than for you to make her believe she could walk.
Millard could not see any ground on which he could deny the reality of the miracle in the Schulenberg case, but his common sense was that of a man of worldly experience, a common sense which stubbornly refuses to believe the phenomenal or extraordinary, even when unable to formulate a single reason for incredulity. After an internal debate he decided not to call on Phillida this afternoon.
It's the the first time " but shadowy people like Wilhelmina hover always on the verge of hysteria, and her feelings choked her utterance at this point. Millard could not bear the sight of her emotion. He said hastily, "Never mind, Miss Schulenberg; never mind. Good-morning. I hope you will enjoy your day."
Schulenberg to her. "You'd better get a doctor." Wilhelmina with the preternaturally quick hearing of a feverish invalid caught the words and said: "No. What is the use? The doctor will want some of poor Rudolph's money. What good can the doctor do? I am just so good as dead already." "But, Wilhelmina dear," said Phillida, coming over to her, "we have no right to leave the matter this way.
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