Nature is trying to make you well against your will.

A little more rest--a little more exercise--a little more air--" She smiled.

Yes, a little more of all the things she wanted and had never had.

That was what her smile said in its soft and deprecating bitterness.
He held out his hand, and she too rose, shivering a little in her thin dress.
She was the first to hurry away.
He looked after her small figure, noted her nervous gait and the agitated movement of her hand as the streamers on her poor cape flapped and fluttered, the sport of the unfeeling wind..