She meanwhile remained unconscious of his care, which was limited to fanning her face and sprinkling water upon it.
"Why not carry her to her chamber--put her in bed, and let us be off ?" said Rivers.
"Wait awhile!" was the answer.
The girl had evidently received a severe shock.

Munro shook his head, and looked at Rivers angrily.
"See to it, Guy, if any harm comes to her." "Pshaw!" said the other, "she is recovering now." He was right.

The eyes of the sufferer unclosed, but they were vacant--they lacked all intelligence.

Munro pulled a flask of spirits from his pocket, and poured some into her lips.

They were livid, and her cheeks of ashy paleness.
"She recovers--see!" The teeth opened and shut together again with a sudden spasmodic energy.
The eyes began to receive light.