The latter gently fanned Alice, who lay gazing, but unconscious; now looking inquiringly into her mother's face, now closing her eyes to every thing.
There was no tossing or excitement about her, _that_ was over.

Her cheek was pale, and her eyes languid and faded.

One would not have believed, to have looked upon her, how high the fever still raged.

Suddenly she repeated the word that had often been on her lips--"Mother." Then, with an effort to raise herself, she sank back upon her pillow, exhausted.

A sorrowful look, like death, suffused itself over her countenance.