changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. . .Open the window again wide, fasten it open! Quick, why don't you move?"
"Because, I won't give you your death of cold," I answered.
"You won't give me a chance of life, you mean," she said sullenly. "However, I'm not helpless yet, I'll open it myself."
And sliding from the bed before I could hinder her, she crossed the room, walking very uncertainly, threw it back, and bent out, careless of the frosty air that cut about her shoulders as keen as a knife.
I entreated, and finally attempted to force her to retire. But I soon found her delirious strengh much surpassed mine; (she was delirious I became convinced by her subsequent actions, and ravings.)
There was no moon, and every thing beneath lay in misty darkness; not a light
