I will lie down.
If you knew how worn-out I feel!' She rose, but stood with difficulty.

Mrs.Baxendale put her arm about her and kissed her cheek.

Then she led her to another room.
Tension in Beatrice was nearing the point of fever.

She had begun the conversation with every appearance of calmness; now she was only to be satisfied by immediate action towards the end she had in view, every successive minute of delay was an added torment.

She pressed her aunt to go to Mrs.Birks forthwith; that alone could soothe her.