She gets along, somehow, poorly enough," replied Michael.

"She's often been a whole week making four of them." While this conversation was going on, the subject of it entered.

She came in with a slow, feeble step, and leaned against the counter as she laid down the bundle of work she had brought with her.

Her half-withdrawn vail showed her face to be very pale, and her eyes much sunken.

A deep, jarring cough convulsed her frame for a moment or two, causing her to place her hand almost involuntarily upon her breast, as if she suffered pain there.
"It's a good while since you took these shirts out, Lizzy," said Berlaps, in a tone meant to reprove her for the slowness with which she worked.
"Yes, it is," she replied, in a low, sad tone.