At last the figure pointed to Alizon, and the word "midnight" broke in tones louder than the thunder from its lips.

All consciousness then forsook her.
How long she continued in this state she knew not, but the touch of a finger applied to her brow seemed to recall her suddenly to animation.
She heaved a deep sigh, and looked around.

A wondrous change had occurred.

The storm had passed off, and the moon was shining brightly over the top of the cypress-tree, flooding the chamber with its gentle radiance, while her mother was bending over her with looks of tenderest affection.
"You are better now, sweet child," said Mistress Nutter.

"You were overcome by the storm.