Lucia dared not call Margery to her assistance.

The consciousness of having something to conceal made her dread the smallest self-betrayal.
She hastened, therefore, to do alone all that she could do for her mother's recovery; but it was so long before she succeeded that she grew almost wild with terror.

At last, however, the deathly look passed away, and with the very first moment of returning animation, the habit of self-control returned also.

Mrs.Costello smiled at her daughter's anxious face.
"I am afraid," she said, "that you will have to get used to these attacks.

Do not be frightened; you see they pass off again." "But you never used to have them ?" "No; but youth and strength cannot last for ever." "Mamma! you are not old; you are not much more than forty yet." "Forty-two in years; but there are some years that might count for ten." "It is this horrible pressure upon you; you are being tortured to death!" "Hush, my child.