Sit up, and take this tea." I was not inclined to dispute his will, but raised my head, and drank the tea, and ate a few mouthfuls of the biscuit.

But that made me too ill, and I put the plate away from me.
"I am very sorry," I said, meekly, "but I can't eat it.

I feel as if it choked me." He seemed touched with my submissiveness, and, giving Bettina the tray, stood looking down at me as if he did not know how to say something that was in his mind.

Suddenly my ear, always quick, now exaggeratedly so, caught sound of carriage-wheels.

I started up and cried, "They are coming," and hid my face in my hands.
"Don't be troubled," he said, "you shall not be disturbed." "Oh, Richard," I exclaimed, as he was going away, after another undecided movement as if to speak, "you know what I want." "Yes, I know," he said, in a low voice.
"And now they're come, I cannot.