He bound up her arm, laid it gently by her side, gave her something to drink, and sat down.

He sat until he saw her sunk in a quiet, gentle sleep: ease had dethroned pain, and order had begun to dawn out of threatened chaos.
"Thank God!" he said, involuntarily, and stood up: what all that meant, God only knows.
After various directions to Mrs.Puckridge, to which she seemed to attend, but which, being as simple as necessary, I fear she forgot the moment they were uttered, the doctor mounted, and rode away.

The darkness was gone, for the moon was rising, but when the road compelled him to face her, she blinded him nearly as much.

Slowly she rose through a sky freckled with wavelets of cloud, and as she crept up amongst them she brought them all out, in bluish, pearly, and opaline gray.

Then, suddenly almost, as it seemed, she left them, and walked up aloft, drawing a thin veil around her as she ascended.