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The
recollection
of
about
three
days
and
nights
succeeding
this
is
very
dim
in
my
mind
.
I
can
recall
some
sensations
felt
in
that
interval
;
but
few
thoughts
framed
,
and
no
actions
performed
.
I
knew
I
was
in
a
small
room
and
in
a
narrow
bed
.
To
that
bed
I
seemed
to
have
grown
;
I
lay
on
it
motionless
as
a
stone
;
and
to
have
torn
me
from
it
would
have
been
almost
to
kill
me
.
I
took
no
note
of
the
lapse
of
time
--
of
the
change
from
morning
to
noon
,
from
noon
to
evening
.
I
observed
when
any
one
entered
or
left
the
apartment
:
I
could
even
tell
who
they
were
;
I
could
understand
what
was
said
when
the
speaker
stood
near
to
me
;
but
I
could
not
answer
;
to
open
my
lips
or
move
my
limbs
was
equally
impossible
.
Hannah
,
the
servant
,
was
my
most
frequent
visitor
.
Her
coming
disturbed
me
.
I
had
a
feeling
that
she
wished
me
away
:
that
she
did
not
understand
me
or
my
circumstances
;
that
she
was
prejudiced
against
me
.
Diana
and
Mary
appeared
in
the
chamber
once
or
twice
a
day
.
They
would
whisper
sentences
of
this
sort
at
my
bedside
--
"
It
is
very
well
we
took
her
in
.
"
"
Yes
;
she
would
certainly
have
been
found
dead
at
the
door
in
the
morning
had
she
been
left
out
all
night
.
I
wonder
what
she
has
gone
through
?
"
"
Strange
hardships
,
I
imagine
--
poor
,
emaciated
,
pallid
wanderer
?
"
"
She
is
not
an
uneducated
person
,
I
should
think
,
by
her
manner
of
speaking
;
her
accent
was
quite
pure
;
and
the
clothes
she
took
off
,
though
splashed
and
wet
,
were
little
worn
and
fine
.
"
"
She
has
a
peculiar
face
;
fleshless
and
haggard
as
it
is
,
I
rather
like
it
;
and
when
in
good
health
and
animated
,
I
can
fancy
her
physiognomy
would
be
agreeable
.
"
Never
once
in
their
dialogues
did
I
hear
a
syllable
of
regret
at
the
hospitality
they
had
extended
to
me
,
or
of
suspicion
of
,
or
aversion
to
,
myself
.
I
was
comforted
.
Mr.
St.
John
came
but
once
:
he
looked
at
me
,
and
said
my
state
of
lethargy
was
the
result
of
reaction
from
excessive
and
protracted
fatigue
.
He
pronounced
it
needless
to
send
for
a
doctor
:
nature
,
he
was
sure
,
would
manage
best
,
left
to
herself
.
He
said
every
nerve
had
been
overstrained
in
some
way
,
and
the
whole
system
must
sleep
torpid
a
while
.
There
was
no
disease
.
He
imagined
my
recovery
would
be
rapid
enough
when
once
commenced
.
These
opinions
he
delivered
in
a
few
words
,
in
a
quiet
,
low
voice
;
and
added
,
after
a
pause
,
in
the
tone
of
a
man
little
accustomed
to
expansive
comment
,
"
Rather
an
unusual
physiognomy
;
certainly
,
not
indicative
of
vulgarity
or
degradation
.
"
"
Far
otherwise
,
"
responded
Diana
.
"
To
speak
truth
,
St.
John
,
my
heart
rather
warms
to
the
poor
little
soul
.
I
wish
we
may
be
able
to
benefit
her
permanently
.
"
"
That
is
hardly
likely
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
You
will
find
she
is
some
young
lady
who
has
had
a
misunderstanding
with
her
friends
,
and
has
probably
injudiciously
left
them
.
We
may
,
perhaps
,
succeed
in
restoring
her
to
them
,
if
she
is
not
obstinate
:
but
I
trace
lines
of
force
in
her
face
which
make
me
sceptical
of
her
tractability
.
"
