30/185 When it came, I felt my spirits go down, down--I had thought them at their lowest ebb before. He hesitated, and I started up: "Tell me," I cried. "Carmel is dead!" "Not dead," said he, "but silly. Her testimony is no more to be relied upon than that of any other wandering mind." XXII "BREAK IN THE GLASS!" This inundation of mistempered humour Rests by you only to be qualified. A level beam of light had shot across the bed, and the nurse had moved to close the blind, when a low exclamation from the doctor drew her back, to mark the first faint fluttering of the snowy lids over the long-closed eyes. |