But her end will be not far off." Mrs.Batley took a purse from a drawer in one of the cabinets, and gave it to the apothecary, who bowed and retired.

As he had foretold, Amabel fell into a heavy lethargy, which continued during the whole of the night.

Mrs.Batley, who had never left her, noticed that an extraordinary and fearful change had taken place in her countenance, and she could not doubt that the apothecary's prediction would be realized.
The tumour had increased in size, and was surrounded by a dusky brown circle, which she knew to be a bad sign.

The sufferer's eyes, when she opened them, and gazed around, had a dim and glazed look.

But she was perfectly calm and composed, and, as had been prognosticated, free from pain.