To Have & To Hold by Mary Johnson Chapter 9 Page 9

I had spoken with my eyes upon the garden outside the window, but now I looked at her, to see that she was trembling in every limb, — trembling so that I thought she would fall. I hastened to her. “The roses,” she said, — ”the roses are too heavy. Oh, I am tired — and the room goes round.”

I caught her as she fell, and laid her gently upon the floor. There was water on the table, and I dashed some in her face and moistened her lips; then turned to the door to get woman’s help, and ran against Diccon.

“I got that bag of bones here at last, sir,” he began. “If ever I” — His eyes traveled past me, and he broke off.

“Don’t stand there staring,” I ordered. “Go bring the first woman you meet.”