On them her hot breath fell irregularly.
Rigid, motionless, she lay, breathing faster and more feverishly.

Tears came after a long while, and with them relaxation and lassitude.

She felt that the dreadful thing which had seized and held her was letting go its hold, was freeing her body and mind; and as it slowly released her and passed on its terrible silent way, she awoke and sat up with a frightened cry--to find herself lying on her own bed in utter darkness.
A moment later her bedroom door opened without a sound and the light from the hall streamed over Kathleen's bare shoulders and braided hair.
"Geraldine ?" The girl scarcely recognised Kathleen's altered voice.

She lay listening, silent, motionless, staring at the white figure.
"Dearest, I thought you called me.

May I come in ?" "I am not well." But Kathleen entered and stood beside the bed, looking down at her in the dim light.
"Dearest," she began tremulously, "Duane told me you had a headache and had gone to your room to lie down, so I didn't disturb you----" "Duane," faltered the girl, "is he here?
What did he say ?" "He was in the library before dinner when I came in, and he warned me not to waken you.