The lids fell, and the struggle for breath was pitiful.
Catherine flew for some drugs which the doctor had left, and shown her how to use.

After some twenty minutes they seemed to give relief, and the great haunted eyes opened once more.
Catherine held barley-water to the parched lips, and Mary drank mechanically, her gaze still intently fixed on her nurse.

When Catherine put down the glass the eyes followed her with a question which the lips had no power to frame.
'Leave her now a little,' said Catherine to the others.

'The fewer people and the more air the better.

And please let the door be open: the room is too hot.' They went out silently, and Catherine sank down beside the bed.