"When the storm became violent, which was soon after ten o'clock, she grew restless and disturbed, starting up and listening as the snow dashed on the windowpanes and the wind roared angrily.

'I could not keep her down,' said the nurse.

'She would spring up in bed, throw off the clothes and sit listening, with a look of anxiety and dread on her face.

The wind came in through every chink and crevice, chilling the room in spite of all I could do to keep it warm.
I soon saw, from the color that began coming into her face and from the brightness in her eyes, that fever had set in.

I was alarmed, and sent for the doctor.'" "And did this go on all night ?" asked Dr.Hillhouse.
"Yes.