I hurried out to the kitchen, got the hot water and the brandy, made her swallow a little of the mixture, and bathed her forehead and wrists with vinegar, an old-fashioned restorative which Dorinda always used.

She said she felt better, but I was anxious and, as soon as it was safe to leave her, hurried out to bring the doctor.

She begged me not to go, because it was beginning to rain and I might get wet, but I assured her it was not raining hard, and went.
It was not raining hard when I started, but there was every sign of a severe storm close at hand.

It was pitch dark and I was weary from stumbling through the bushes and over the rough path when I reached the corner of the Lane and the Lower Road.

Then a carriage came down that road.