It was not to be done.

My head turned giddy.

She must have seen that I was quite prostrate--and yet she took no notice of the state I was in.
Cruel, cruel creature! she accused me of listening.
"'Can't you see that the poor girl is ill ?' "It was Miss Minerva's voice.

I looked round at her, feeling fainter and fainter.

She stooped; I felt her strong sinewy arms round me; she lifted me gently.