She is past answering me, poor wench.

Stop! let us try whether--" He took down a little round mirror, no bigger than his hand, and put it to Gerard's mouth and nostrils, and held it there.

When he withdrew it, it was dull.
"THERE IS LIFE IN HIM!" said Jorian Ketel to himself.
Margaret caught the words instantly, though only muttered, and it was if a statue should start into life and passion.

She rose and flung her arms round Jorian's neck.
"Oh, bless the tongue that tells me so!" and she clasped the great rough fellow again and again, eagerly, almost fiercely.
"There, there! let us lay him warm, said Jorian; and in a moment he raised Gerard and laid him on the bed-clothes.

Then he took out a flask he carried, and filled his hand twice with Schiedamze, and flung it sharply each time in Gerard's face.