Her nature proved here too strong for her fortitude.
Every morning, when she woke, the vision of home and the moors rushed on her, and darkened and saddened the day that lay before her.

Nobody knew what ailed her but me.

I knew only too well.

In this struggle her health was quickly broken: her white face, attenuated form, and failing strength, threatened rapid decline.

I felt in my heart she would die, if she did not go home, and with this conviction obtained her recall.