And then she took it to the window, the better to see it through her now streaming eyes.

Here she was taken with a sudden fit of coughing that she could not stifle with the handkerchief she put to her feverish lips.

And then she suddenly grew very faint.

The window seemed to recede before her, the floor to sink beneath her feet; and staggering to the bed, she fell prone upon it with the sandal and handkerchief pressed to her breast.

Her face was quite pale, the orbit of her eyes dark; and there was a spot upon her lip, another on her handkerchief, and still another on the white counterpane of the bed.
The wind had risen, rattling the window sashes and swaying the white curtains in a ghostly way.