The days of fever and of dreams went by and passed, leaving me very weak, but not ignorant of where I was, and of what had come and gone.

My master had often been by my bedside, and Elliot now and again; the old housewife also watched me by night, and gave me drink when I thirsted.
Most of the while I deemed I was at home, in the house of Pitcullo; yet I felt there was something strange, and that there was pain somewhere in the room.

But at length, as was said, I came to knowledge of things, and could see Elliot and remember her, when she knelt praying by my bed, as oft she did, whiles I lay between life and death.

I have heard speak of men who, being inflamed with love, as I had been, fell into a fever of the body, and when that passed, lo! their passion had passed with it, and their longing.

And so it seemed to be with me.