Then such a heavy drowsiness came over her, that it was difficult to arouse her sufficiently to swallow a spoonful of nourishment.

She slept, and slept, till it seemed as if she would sleep forever.

"Nature, dear goddess," was doing the best she could for the poor weak body, that had been so racked by the torture of the soul.
Three weeks passed before Mr.Fitzgerald again made his appearance at the lonely cottage.

He had often thought of Rosa meanwhile, not without uneasiness and some twinges of self-reproach.

But considering the unlucky beginning of his honeymoon at Magnolia Lawn, he deemed it prudent to be very assiduous in his attentions to his bride.