This did not deter me from approaching and examining him more closely.
He leaned his head against the wall; his eyes were shut, his hands clasped in each other, and his body seemed to be sustained in an upright position merely by the cellar-door against which he rested his left shoulder.

The lethargy into which he was sunk seemed scarcely interrupted by my feeling his hand and his forehead.

His throbbing temples and burning skin indicated a fever, and his form, already emaciated, seemed to prove that it had not been of short duration.
There was only one circumstance that hindered me from forming an immediate determination in what manner this person should be treated.
My family consisted of my wife and a young child.

Our servant-maid had been seized, three days before, by the reigning malady, and, at her own request, had been conveyed to the hospital.

We ourselves enjoyed good health, and were hopeful of escaping with our lives.