The paper was alongside of her, so we judge she was just a-goin' to read it when she was took.
The doctor says it's a paralysis or appleplexy or somethin'.

We carried her into the bedroom, but she ain't spoke sence." She did not speak for weeks and when she did it was to ask for me.
She called my name over and over again and, if I left her, even for a moment, she grew so much worse that the doctor forbade my going back to the city.

I obtained a leave of absence from the bank for three months.
By that time she was herself, so far as her reason was concerned, but very weak and unable to bear the least hint of disturbance or worry.

She must not be moved, so Doctor Quimby said, and he held out no immediate hope of her recovering the use of her limbs.

"She will be confined to her bed for a long time," said the doctor, "and she is easy only when you are here.