So, wrapt round with blankets, Theophil lifted her from the bed into a great chair by the fire.

Then she asked to be taken to look into her bottom drawer.

So they lifted her across to it, and opened it.

She dabbled with her hands aimlessly among its piteous treasures, laughing low to herself.
Suddenly a fit of coughing took her, and a great choking was in her throat.

She was seen to be battling for her breath.