Let me alone!" The fever that had swept off so many was slowly dying out.

The sick ones were not so bad or so many now, but that Miss Danton, with a safe conscience, might have given them up; but she would not.

She never wanted to be alone--she who had been so fond of solitude such a short time ago.

She was afraid of herself--afraid to think--afraid of that dim future that was drawing so very near.

Every feeling of heart and soul revolted at the thought of that loveless marriage--the profanation of herself seemed more than she could bear.
"I shall turn desperate at the very altar!" she thought, with something like despair.