he panted, trembling, and retaining her hand as if he needed its support, while his large blue eyes wandered timidly over her; the hollowness round them transforming to haggard wildness the languid expression they once possessed.
‘But you have been worse,’ persisted his cousin; ‘worse than when I saw you last; you are thinner, and - ‘
‘I’m tired,’ he interrupted, hurriedly. ‘It is too hot for walking, let us rest here. And, in the morning, I often feel sick - papa says I grow so fast.’
Badly satisfied, Cathy sat down, and he reclined beside her.
‘This is something like your paradise,’ said she, making an effort at cheerfulness. ‘You recollect the