There was not a cry or a movement, such as one notes when nitrous oxide is administered.

Hilda Wade was to all appearance a mass of lifeless flesh.

We stood round and watched.

I was trembling with terror.

Even on Sebastian's pale face, usually so unmoved, save by the watchful eagerness of scientific curiosity, I saw signs of anxiety.
After four hours of profound slumber--breath hovering, as it seemed, between life and death--she began to come to again.