'_If_ she lives so long,' he said dubiously.

'The Backhouses and Mrs.Irwin (the neighbor) shall be close at hand.

I will come in the afternoon and try to get her to take an opiate; but I can't give it to her by force, and there is not the smallest chance of her consenting to it.' All through Catherine's own struggle and pain during these two days the image of the dying girl had lain at her heart.

It served her as the crucifix serves the Romanist; as she pressed it into her thought, it recovered from time to time the failing forces of the will.

Need life be empty because self was left unsatisfied?
Now, as she neared the hamlet, the quality of her nature reasserted itself.