Don't you think Charley ought to be told of her condition?
She has asked for the children." "Have you given her the digitalis ?" "I can't make her swallow it.

There are the drops on the table by the bed.

My hands tremble so I had to measure them three times." Taking the glass from the table, Gabriella bent over her sister and implored her to swallow the drops, but, without appearing to hear her voice, Jane still stared blankly upward, with the rigid, convulsed look of a woman who has been stricken with dumbness.

Her flaxen hair, damp with camphor, which Mrs.Carr had wildly splashed on her forehead, clung flat and close to her head, while the only pulse in her body seemed to beat in irregular, spasmodic throbs in her throat.
"Don't go, mother.

I'll wake Marthy," cried Gabriella, for Mrs.Carr, inspired by the spirit of panic, was darting out of the door in her felt slippers.