, in an uneasy slumber, 'Lena lay
panting for breath, and at intervals faintly moaning in her sleep.  She
had fearfully changed since last he saw her, and with a groan, he bent
over her, murmuring, "My poor 'Lena," while he gently laid his cool,
moist hand upon her burning brow.  As if there were something soothing
in its touch, she quickly placed her little hot, parched hand on his,
whispering, "Keep it there.  It will make me well."

For a long time he sat by her, bathing her head and carefully removing
from her face and neck the thick curls which Mrs. Aldergrass had
thought to cut away.  At last she awoke, but Durward shrank almost in
wordnetfear from the wild, bright eyes which gazed so fixedly upon him, for in
them was no ray of reason.  She called him "John" blessing him for
coming, and saying, "Did you tell Durward.  Does _he_ know?"

"I am Durward," said he.  "Don't you recognize me?  Look again."

"No, no," she answered, with a mocking laugh, which made him wordnetfear,
it was so unlike the merry, ringing tones he had once loved to hear.
"No