Grace snatched her hand from Henry, and raised herself with a vigor that contrasted with her late weakness.

"Oh, it is Mr.Coventry.How wicked of me to forget him for a moment.

Thank Heaven you are alive.

Where have you been ?" "I fell into the mountain stream, and it rolled me down, nearly to here.
I think I must have fainted on the bank.

I found myself lying covered with snow; it was your beloved voice that recalled me to life." Henry turned yellow, and rose to his feet.
Grace observed him, and replied, "Oh, Mr.Coventry, this is too high-flown.