" But when she attempted to rise, she fainted again. The
visible injuries resolved themselves into a bad sprain and twisted ankle.
After the fourth day she had herself bound up and conveyed to the train.
She travelled straight through to Turin. There she had to be carried to
an inn, as she was too ill to go on. The next day she insisted on being
packed up again, and travelled to Mestre. The heat was intense, and she
had to wait four hours in the wretched station at Mestre, during which
she suffered great pain. Then she travelled on by the _post-zug_, a
slow train, and arrived at Trieste at half-past eight in the morning
where her eyes were gladdened by seeing her husband waiting to receive
her on the platform. She was carried home and promptly put to bed.
This illustrates the literal way in which she used to obey her husband's
slightest directions. He told her to follow him "at once," and she
followed him, not even resting on account of her accident. In fact
it is absolutely true to say that nothing short of death would have
prevented her from carrying out his slightest instructions to the
letter.
The accident which she met with in Paris turned out to be more serious
than she had at first supposed. It was a long time before she could
leave her bed. She had injured her back and ankle very badly, and she
underwent a long course of massage and baths; but she never permanently
got quite well again.
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