Chapter 40

Unconsciously, he sank back into his pillow, lost in memories of the past and how he must have loved her mother! It was the love of her mother's child, and not the love of his daughter, that drew him in and my heart went out to him with a great wave of sympathy and sympathy and I began to understand the passion of those two great silent and reserved natures, who had so successfully concealed a gnawing hunger for the love of another! It didn't surprise me when he muttered to himself now:

"Margaret, my child! Tender, thoughtful, strong, true, and brave! Like her dear mother! Like her dear mother!"

Then to the bottom of my heart I rejoiced that I had spoken so frankly, and Mr. Trelawney now said:

four days! Sixteenth So this is the twentieth of July?

I nodded in complete confirmation

"So I was lying in a coma for four days, this isn't the first time, I was in a coma once under strange circumstances for three days, I didn'