'I demand it! Don't you see I can scarcely stand?
Edgar, you--you leave me!' She rang the bell till it broke with a twang; I entered leisurely.

It was enough to try the temper of a saint, such senseless, wicked rages! There she lay dashing her head against the arm of the sofa, and grinding her teeth, so that you might fancy she would crash them to splinters! Mr.
Linton stood looking at her in sudden compunction and fear.

He told me to fetch some water.

She had no breath for speaking.

I brought a glass full; and as she would not drink, I sprinkled it on her face.