Something in his tone pinched her heart.
"Did you write it ?" "No.

You will find it somewhere in that book.

Ah, if I had written that!" "Don't you want to live ?" "I don't know; I really don't know." "But you are young!" It was a protest, almost vehement.

She remembered the doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered consciousness.

"You have all the world before you." "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning.
Throughout the afternoon, while the doctor was giving her the first lesson out of his profound knowledge of life, her interest would break away continually, despite her honest efforts to pin it down to the facts so patiently elucidated for her.