Again she appeared to become unconscious, but the nurse and the other patient, who had also been listening to and praying for her, rejoiced with the angels over the repenting sinner.
About half-past ten Dr. Arundel came in, and after feeling her pulse and examining her features closely, took a chair by the bedside and waited. The slight touch of his fingers, however, roused her again, and she spoke to the nurse in a painful whisper, "I can't breathe; do put me up higher."
The nurse raised her, and placed more pillows at her back.
"Let me hold my baby once more," she gasped; and the nurse quickly and kindly obeyed, placing the little creature in the poor trembling arms.
"She is not hungry now?" asked the mother, looking up with imploring eyes.
"Oh, no! She has been washed and fed. See how much better she looks," said the nurse.
The poor woman bent over her and kissed her passionately; then laid her face against the little head and wept tears of anguish. "I can't leave her," she sobbed; "I never can leave her, and yet I must!"
"Do you remember," said the nurse soothingly, "you were going to trust her to Jesus? He loves her."
The woman listened; she relaxed her passionate hold, though still clasping her babe tenderly and protectingly.
"I remember now," she answered; "and as He has loved me, He'll love her! Yes; I can leave her to Him."