After a time she began to recover; she opened her eyes, looked round, and spoke—“Where is he?”
“Here! I am here, young lady,” replied Woodruff, as he looked her earnestly in the face to fix her attention. “What of me?”
“My father!” exclaimed Fanny, as she again sunk into a state of insensibility.
“Father!” repeated Woodruff—“my father! I her father! She my daughter!” He strove to wrench his arms free to clasp her to his bosom, but again he could not.
“Take her away, Robson,” said Mrs. Rowel. “What does all this mean? Take her away!—take her away!”
And Fanny was carried back by the strong man to the room into which she had at first been introduced; while James Woodruff remained standing upon that spot, gazing on that ground where his child had laid, as though the great world contained in it no other place which, even to him, deserved for a moment to be looked upon.
CHAPTER X.
Is so very necessary between the ninth and eleventh that it could not possibly be dispensed with.