At the end of three days, as I still felt a disinclination to get up, Alice sent for her physician.

I told him I was sleepy and felt dull pains.

He requested me to sit up in bed, and rapped my shoulders and chest with his knuckles, in a forgetful way.
"Nothing serious," he said; "but, like many women, you will continue to do something to keep in continual pain.

If Nature does not endow your constitution with suffering, you will make up the loss by some fatal trifling, which will bring it.

I dare say, now, that after this, you never will be quite well." "I will take care of my health." He looked into my face attentively.
"You wont--you can't.