She took a few drops more.

From that time the fever retreated, and went out like a damped conflagration.
"How clever he is!" she said, regretfully.

"Why could he not have had more principle, so as to turn his great talents to good account?
Perhaps he has saved my useless life.

But he doesn't know it, and doesn't care whether he has saved it or not; and on that account will never be told by me! Probably he only gave it to me in the arrogance of his skill, to show the greatness of his resources beside mine, as Elijah drew down fire from heaven." As soon as she had quite recovered from this foiled attack upon her life, Grace went to Marty South's cottage.

The current of her being had again set towards the lost Giles Winterborne.
"Marty," she said, "we both loved him.