The terrible sensitiveness of the child appeared on the surface.

She shrank, and wailed in a low, monotonous tone like a spent animal overtaken by pursuers.

But Mrs.
Zelotes put her in the tub of warm water, and held her down, though Amabel's face, emerging from it, had the expression of a wild thing.
"There, you keep still!" said she, and her voice was tender enough, though the decision of it could have moved an army.
When Amabel had had her hot bath, and had drunk her sage tea by compulsory gulps, and been tucked into Ellen's bed, her childhood reasserted itself.

Gradually her body and her bodily needs gained the ascendancy over the unnatural strain of her mind.

She fell asleep, and lay like one dead.