She turned her head wearily on the pillow, and said, "Never mind!" On another occasion, she asked for Zo, and said it would be pleasant if Mr.Gallilee would call and bring her with him.

But she soon dropped the subject, not to return to it again.
The only remembrance which seemed to dwell on her mind for more than a few minutes, was her remembrance of the last letter which she had written to Ovid.
She pleased herself with imagining his surprise, when he received it; she grew impatient under her continued illness, because it delayed her in escaping to Canada; she talked to Teresa of the clever manner in which the flight had been planned--with this strange failure of memory, that she attributed the various arrangements for setting discovery at defiance, not to Miss Minerva, but to the nurse.
Here, for the first time, her mind was approaching dangerous ground.

The stealing of the letter, and the events that had followed it, stood next in the order of remembrance--if she was capable of a continued effort.

Her weakness saved her.

Beyond the writing of the letter, her recollections were unable to advance.