Then I looked further, half-raising myself, and stared straight into the eyes of Osmund.
He was standing high above me, watching me very gravely, in his hand a glass.
'Here, drink some more of this,' he said, giving me the glass; and the sound of his voice-deep, gentle, exceedingly harmonious--brought back the old days, the old events, until they seemed to be gathered crowding about me. Oh! but I was glad to see him!
I drank the brandy. My head cleared. My one thought then was that he shouldn't think that I had planned this faint as a ruse. 'I couldn't help it,' I said, sitting up; 'I didn't mean to. I've been so busy, I haven't eaten anything. Overtaxed myself.' I remember so well that ridiculous excuse, the poor effort of the remnants of my pride.
He put his hand on my shoulder.
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