TELEGRAPH WIRES.
Daisy was quite right when she said that Hannah was not subject to
nervous attacks. Hannah scorned nerves, and did not believe in them.
When she was told that the human body was as full of nerves as an
electric battery was full of electricity, that nerves, in short, were
like numberless telegraphic-wires, prevailing the whole human frame,
she stared at the speakers, and pronounced them slightly daft.
Yet Hannah went out of her own little sitting-room on that summer
afternoon with, as she expressed it, trembling sensations running down
her back, and causing her fingers to shake when she handled her cups
and saucers.
"Dear, dear," she said to herself, "one would think I had some of
those awful telegrams in me which Miss Primrose said was the nervous
system. Why, I'm all upset from top to toe. I never had a good view of
him before, for I didn't pay no heed to nobody when my dear little
Miss Daisy was so ill; but I do say that the cut of the hand and the
turn of the head is as like--as like as two peas. Now I do wonder--no,
no, it can't be. Well, anyhow, my name ain't Hannah Martin if I don't
find out where he comes from, and who he really is.
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