Food can maintain life, blood alone can renew it." "Have you everything you need here ?" inquired Unorna.
"Everything.

There is no hospital in Europe that has the appliances we have prepared for every emergency." He looked at her face curiously.

It was ghastly pale with excitement.
The pupil of her brown eye was so widely expanded that the iris looked black, while the aperture of the gray one was contracted to the size of a pin's head, so that the effect was almost that of a white and sightless ball.
"You seem interested," said the gnome.
"Would such a man--such a man as Israel Kafka answer the purpose ?" she asked.
"Admirably," replied the other, beginning to understand.
"Keyork Arabian," whispered Unorna, coming close to him and bending down to his ear, "Israel Kafka is alone under the palm tree where I always sit.

He is asleep, and he will not wake." The gnome looked up and nodded gravely.

But she was gone almost before she had finished speaking the words.
"As upon an instrument," said the little man, quoting Unorna's angry speech.