"Think on what you are about to do.

It will cost John his life.

Come to me for one moment, Dorothy, I pray you." Madge arose from the bed and began groping her way toward Dorothy, who was unbolting the door.
Madge could have calmed the tempest-tossed sea as easily as she could have induced Dorothy to pause in her mad frenzy.

Jennie Faxton, almost paralyzed by fear of the storm she had raised, stood in the corner of the room trembling and speechless.

Dorothy was out of the room before poor blind Madge could reach her.