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Show 128 "Did the jail-keeper send word I was being released for a visit?" Lathrop asked, surprised that she knew in advance of his coming. Hannah shook her head to indicate that no jail keeper had sent word. "Then 'ow did you knaw I was comin?" "The Lord told me," the words were whispered. Lathrop dropped to Hannah's side, taking her hand and pressing it to his lips, struggling to contain his bursting emotions. The children stood quietly at the doorway watching the tender exchange between mother and father. "Jane, 'ave ye been givin yer mother broths and restoratives?" "Aye, father...everyday that she'll eat or drink...." "And 'ave ye employed a competent physician?" "We've 'ad several..." affirmed Thomas. "What about the Apothecary? Does he know of any remedy?" Jane and Elise looked at one another, knowing they had exhausted all remedies. They both shook their heads negatively. "I'm dying, John." Hannah wanted to spare Jane and Elise the difficulty of explaining further. "No! Yer not going to die!" Lathrop spoke forcefully. Hannah looked at him feeling a new well of emotion springing forth in her own being. She knew she was |