She had always been a martyr to headaches, but this one, like many another, seemed to be unusually severe.

Nevertheless she rose and lit my mother's fire and brought up her breakfast, and then had to return to bed.

She was not able to write her daily letter to me, saying how my mother was, and almost the last thing she did was to ask my father to write it, and not to let on that she was ill, as it would distress me.
The doctor was called, but she rapidly became unconscious.

In this state she was removed from my mother's bed to another.

It was discovered that she was suffering from an internal disease.