I still possessed my senses, though just now I could not speak.
"Perhaps a little water would restore her.

Hannah, fetch some.

But she is worn to nothing.

How very thin, and how very bloodless!" "A mere spectre!" "Is she ill, or only famished ?" "Famished, I think.

Hannah, is that milk?
Give it me, and a piece of bread." Diana (I knew her by the long curls which I saw drooping between me and the fire as she bent over me) broke some bread, dipped it in milk, and put it to my lips.