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This was the commencement of a nervous fever which confined me

for several months. During all that time Henry was my only nurse.

I afterwards learned that, knowing my father's advanced age and

unfitness for so long a journey, and how wretched my sickness

would make Elizabeth, he spared them this grief by concealing the

extent of my disorder. He knew that I could not have a more kind

and attentive nurse than himself; and, firm in the hope he felt

of my recovery, he did not doubt that, instead of doing harm, he

performed the kindest action that he could towards them.