Her modicum of strength had been exhausted, and she was unable even to move from her position.

I was compelled to let go the sheet while I helped her to the nest of blankets and chafed her hands and arms.
"I am so tired," she said, with a quick intake of the breath and a sigh, drooping her head wearily.
But she straightened it the next moment.

"Now don't scold, don't you dare scold," she cried with mock defiance.
"I hope my face does not appear angry," I answered seriously; "for I assure you I am not in the least angry." "N-no," she considered.

"It looks only reproachful." "Then it is an honest face, for it looks what I feel.

You were not fair to yourself, nor to me.