Part 6, Chapter 25: On Parole

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌⁠I was wakened—indeed, we were all wakened, for I could see even the sentinel shake himself together from where he had fallen against the door-post—by a clear, hearty voice hailing us from the margin of the wood:

“Block house, ahoy!” it cried. “Here’s the doctor.”

And the doctor it was. Although I was glad to hear the sound, yet my gladness was not without admixture. I remembered with confusion my in