Her horror almost overwhelmed her, as she thought that now, when, through grief and peril, she was at last restored to him, he might expire in her arms; but even yet her resolution did not fail her.

The last hope of her brief and bitter life was now the hope of reviving her father, and she clung to it with the tenacity of despair.
She calmed her voice while she spoke to him; she entreated him to remember that his daughter had returned to watch over him, to be his obedient pupil as in days of old.

Vain effort! Even while the words passed her lips, his arms, which had been pressed over her, relaxed; his head grew heavier on her bosom.

In the despair of the moment, she tore herself from him, and looked round to seek the help that none were near to afford.

The cup of water, the last provision of food, attracted her eye.