"I found him in the street.

He was looking for me, and I couldn't leave him to freeze.

I think he's either drunk or ill.

I don't know which it is, but it sounds like pneumonia." "God have mercy!" exclaimed Miss Polly, which was quite as lucid as she ever became in a crisis.

Her face had turned blue, she was trembling with terror, and the violence of her palpitations almost exceeded the painful sounds in George's chest.