"Don't call anyone, Lee," she
continued; "I'll be all right in a little. So much at once! You see, I
haven't been used to happiness. No wonder I was dizzy. But I fainted,
Lee, didn't I? That's unusual for me."
He sat beside her, at once moved and detached from her weakness, gently
holding her supine hand. She mustn't worry, he told her at short
intervals. "Don't worry, this is nothing."
"You'll give me time to dress for the train," she insisted. "As soon as
we get away from here I shall be better. We will, won't we?"
"Get away? What nonsense! Of course. You will be up by noon, but there
is no good in your stirring before you have to. If Daniel comes, you
can see him here, in your bed. Or you needn't see him at all. It's just
as you feel."
Even as she lay, prostrate, on the bed, he could see her collapse; the
strength, animation, interest, drained away from her; it seemed to Lee
that momentarily she was again in a coma. He leaned over and placed a
hand on her brow. Savina's eye-lids fluttered. Under her breast her
heart was scarcely discernible. Suddenly he didn't like it; abruptly an
apprehension, from which he was obliged to bar a breath of panic,
possessed him. Lee covered her lightly with a sheet, and went out,
softly closing the door. Before the hotel he caught the proprietor by a
shoulder and pointed up to his room. "Sick, sick," he repeated the term
with increasing emphasis, not successful in banishing his vagueness of
dismay.
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