For supper, therefore, they had only the salt fish and potatoes.
It was one o'clock that night before exhausted nature refused another draft upon its energies.

The garment was not quite finished.
But the nerveless hand and the weary head of the poor seamstress obeyed the requirements of her will no longer.

The needle had to be laid aside, for the finger had no more strength to grasp, nor skill to direct its motions..