CHAPTER XVI.

Sylvia had fallen into good hands. Lorrimore and Mercy Fairfax vied with each other in their attention to the sick and bereaved girl, and Mercy’s careful nursing and the constant change of air and scene soon brought the color back to the pale cheeks and the wonted strength to her lithe, graceful form. But the improvement ended there. She was physically whole, but the spirit had received a wound which seemed to defy even time and change. She took no interest in anything, and though Lorrimore and Mercy were unremitti…