[Roller-user] How, then, could I doubt?

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Cabin. Mrs. Denover removed her daughter's clothing and examined the
wound. It was deep and dangerous looking, but not necessarily fatal--she
knew that, and she had had considerable experience during her rough life
with John Thorndyke. She stanched the flow of blood, bathed and dressed
the wound, and finally the dark eyes opened and looked vaguely in her
face. "Who are you? Where am I?" very feebly. "I am your nurse," she
said, tremulously, "and you are with friends who love you." "Ah! I
remember." A look of intense anguish crossed her face. "You are my
mother!" "Your most wretched mother! Oh, my darling, I am not worthy to
look in your face!" "You are all that is left to me now--ah, Heaven pity
me!--since he thinks me guilty. I remember all. He tried to murder me;
he called me a name I will never forget. Mother, how came I here? Is
this a ship?" Very gently, softly, soothingly the mother told how Mr.
Parmalee had saved her life. "And where are we going now?" "To
Southampton, I think. But we will return if you wish it." "To the man
who tried to take my life? Ah, no, mother! Never again in this world to
him! Call Mr. Parmalee." "My dear, you must not talk so much; you are
not able." "Call Mr. Parmalee." Mrs. Denover obeyed. The artis