Gastric fever, with a tendency to the brain, and within two days her life was almost despaired of; exactly the same malady as her brother's.

Also the English nurse was apparently dying at the Storys' house, and Emma Page, the artist's youngest daughter, sickened with the same symptoms.

Now you will not wonder that, after the first absorbing flow of sympathy, I fell into a selfish human panic about my child.

Oh, I 'lost my head,' said Robert; and if I _could_ have caught him up in my arms and run to the ends of the world, the hooting after me of all Rome could not have stopped me.

I wished--how I wished!--for the wings of a dove, or any unclean bird, to fly away with him to be at peace.