She put her hand on my brow and in a voice which had a musical quaver, she said: "I believe the fever has left you.

Yes, it has.

Would you like something to eat ?" I was famished and said: "Yes, something, if you please." She went out, returning with some gruel.

Turning to the octoroon she said: "Will you feed him, Zoe ?" And Zoe came to the chair by the bed and fed me, for I could not lift a hand.

Then I fell into a refreshing sleep.