My father sprang from his chair with a little anxious cry.

She tried to take one step forward, and fell with her face on the ground.
Ah, me! it was the old story over again, of silent gloom and anxious care.

The summer was in its full beauty when she came down amongst us once more.

Then the crushing blow came.

Great doctors came from England and France; they lingered long before they gave their decision, but it came at length.
My mother might live for years, but she would never walk again; the flying feet were stilled for the rest of her life.