He watched her broken slumbers, as if he feared each might be the last.

A thousand sighs of anguish and affection were given and returned before another day began to dawn.

How precious are the last hours of life! In our inability to lengthen them, we strive to gather into them more feeling and action than we could extract from as many years.
As the sun flashed out the Lady Margaret seemed animated with new strength.

Her father trembled at the suggestion--what if she should recover! Thus hope feeds upon the wishes of the heart.
An hour before noon the Count Montfort, accompanied by Albert of Hers, entered the apartment.

Sir Albert, obeying a look which the maiden gave him, advanced, and with much emotion pronounced the words, "My lady, I am here!" Sir Sandrit had anticipated all; nor did his son manifest the least surprise.