I suppose I must have slept at last, but the morning found me in a state of utter exhaustion.

Nervous excitement, sitting so long on the damp grass, and lingering out in the dewy evening air, brought on an illness which confined me to my bed many days.

Dr.
Harlowe threatened to put me in a strait-jacket and send me to a lunatic asylum, if I did not behave better in future.
"I must take you home with me," he said; "our quiet, humdrum mode of life is better for you, after all.

Your little rocking chair stands exactly where you used to sit in it.

I do not like to see any one else occupy it.