It was like the traveler unaccustomed to fatigue and change, forced to commence a journey, unassured of his way, and ignorant of his destination.
Her mother watched her--a deep hue was settled under her eyelashes, the veins in her temple were fearfully distinct, and a small crimson spot rested on her cheek.

She watched her, by the moonlight that glanced over every part of the room.

She listened to her heavy breathing, and lightly touched her dry and crimson lips.

She stroked the long luxuriant curls, that appeared to her darker than they ever had before.

She closed the nearest window, lest there should be something borne on the breath of night, to disturb the rest of the beloved one.