I would rather not give her any more medicine for the present.

Let her remain perfectly quiet." True to his promise, Doctor R--entered the room just an hour from the time he left it.

The scene that met his eye moved his heart deeply, all used as he was to the daily exhibition of misery in its many distressing forms.

The child was dead! He was prepared for that--but not for the abandoned grief to which the mother gave way.
The chords of feeling had been drawn in her heart too tightly.

Mind and body were both out of tune, and discordant.