The Professor and I took in turns to watch, and we never left her for a moment unattended.

Quincey Morris said nothing about his intention, but I knew that all night long he patrolled round and round the house.
When the day came, its searching light showed the ravages in poor Lucy's strength.

She was hardly able to turn her head, and the little nourishment which she could take seemed to do her no good.

At times she slept, and both Van Helsing and I noticed the difference in her, between sleeping and waking.

Whilst asleep she looked stronger, although more haggard, and her breathing was softer.