This was the more painful that her appearance was unnatural; for her hair and eyes did not change.

Her wan face was both drawn and wrinkled, and had an eager hungry look.

Her skinny hands moved as if wishing, but unable, to lay hold of something.

Her shoulders were bent forward, her chest went in, and she stooped as if she were eighty years old.

At last she had to be put to bed, and there await the flow of the tide of life.