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Martha," said Ralph, "hadn't you better take
Rotha to the kitchen fire?"
The two women left the room.
Sim's eyes opened; there was a watery humor in them which was not
tears. The color came back to his cheeks, but with the return of
consciousness his face grew thinner and more haggard. He heaved a
heavy sigh, and seemed to realize his surroundings. With the only hand
disengaged (Robbie held one of them) he clutched at Ralph's belt.
"I'm better--let me go," he said in a hoarse voice, trying to rise.
"No!" said Ralph,--"no!" and he gently pushed him back into his
recumbent position.
"You had best let the snuffling waistrel go," said one of the men in a
surly tone. "Maybe he never fainted at all."
It was the blacksmith who had growled at the mention of Ralph's name
in Ralph's absence. They called him Joe Garth.
"Be silent, you loon," answered Robbie Anderson, turning upon the last
speaker.
Ralph seemed not to have heard him.
"Here," he said, tossing Sim's coat to Matthew, who had returned with
a new pipe to his seat in the chimney corner, "dry that at the fire.


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