The blue gleams kept illuminating the room for more than an hour.

Clara could not lie in bed.

The activity of her brain became all but delirium; along her nerves, through all the courses of her blood, seemed to run fires which excited her with an indescribable mingling of delight and torment.

She walked to and fro, often speaking aloud, throwing up her arms.

She leaned from the open window and let the lightning play freely upon her face: she fancied it had the effect of restoring her wasted health.