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There is a Rock, and nigh at hand,

A shadow in a weary land,

Who in that stricken Rock hath rest,

Finds water gushing from its breast.

-NEALE

In the meantime the days passed at Recoara without much change for the better or worse. After the first week, Guy's fever had diminished; his pulse was lower, the drowsiness ceased, and it seem