How that does shake my nerves! It did it only last week, and gave me such a start.' Grasping her mother's hand, the girl lay back, death-pale.

The silence was deeper than before, for not even the clock ticked....
Dagworthy could not sleep.

At sunrise he had wearied himself so with vain efforts to lie still, that he resolved to take a turn across the Heath, and then rest if he felt able to.

He rose and went into the still morning air.
The Heath was beautiful, seen thus in the purple flush of the dawn.

He had called forth a dog to accompany him, and the animal careered in great circles over the dewy sward, barking at the birds it started up, leaping high from the ground, mad with the joy of life.