My collars are in the little box, my boots behind the door." Her eyes followed him intently as he collected the articles one by one, and placed them on the chair as she directed.
"Put it nearer," she said, "I cannot see it;" and she lay watching the clothes, with her hand under her cheek.
"Now open the shutter wide," she said; "I am going to read." The old, old tone was again in the sweet voice.

He obeyed her; and opened the shutter, and raised her up among the pillows.
"Now bring my books to me," she said, motioning eagerly with her fingers; "the large book, and the reviews and the plays--I want them all." He piled them round her on the bed; she drew them greedily closer, her eyes very bright, but her face as white as a mountain lily.
"Now the big one off the drawers.

No, you need not help me to hold my book," she said; "I can hold it for myself." Gregory went back to his corner, and for a little time the restless turning over of leaves was to be heard.
"Will you open the window," she said, almost querulously, "and throw this book out?
It is so utterly foolish.

I thought it was a valuable book; but the words are merely strung together, they make no sense.
Yes--so!" she said with approval, seeing him fling it out into the street.

"I must have been very foolish when I thought that book good." Then she turned to read, and leaned her little elbows resolutely on the great volume, and knit her brows.