4/23 She never closed her eyes except in intervals of feverish stupor, from which she would start up and cry out for her husband, who was, she imagined, in some dreadful peril." "Bad! bad!" muttered Dr.Hillhouse. "There'll be a death, I fear, laid at Mr.Birtwell's door." "I don't understand you," said his companion, in a tone of surprise. After falling very low, he made an earnest effort to reform, and so far got the mastery of his appetite as to hold it in subjection. Such men are always in danger, as you and I very well know. In nine cases out of ten--or, I might say, in ninety-nine cases in a hundred--to taste again is to fall. |