growing more heavy

Her pulse was much stronger, and everysymptom more favourable than on the preceding visit. Elinor, confirmedin every pleasant hope, was all cheerfulness; rejoicing that in herletters to her mother, she had pursued her own judgment rather than herfriend’s, in making very light of the indisposition which delayed themat Cleveland; and almost fixing on the time when Marianne would be ableto travel dermes .

But the day did not close so auspiciously as it began.— Towards theevening Marianne became ill again, restless, anduncomfortable than before. Her sister, however, still sanguine, waswilling to attribute the change to nothing more than the fatigue ofhaving sat up to have her bed made; and carefully administering thecordials prescribed, saw her, with satisfaction, sink at last into aslumber, from which she expected the most beneficial effects. Hersleep, though not so quiet as Elinor wished to see it, lasted aconsiderable time; and anxious to observe the result of it herself, sheresolved to sit with her during the whole of it.

Mrs. Jennings,knowing nothing of any change in the patient, went unusually early tobed; her maid, who was one of the principal nurses, was recreatingherself in the housekeeper’s room, and Elinor remained alone with Marianne dermes .

The repose of the latter became more and more disturbed; and hersister, who watched, with unremitting attention her continual change ofposture, and heard the frequent but inarticulate sounds of complaintwhich passed her lips, was almost wishing to rouse her from so painfula slumber, when Marianne, suddenly awakened by some accidental noise inthe house, started hastily up, and, with feverish wildness dermes, cried out,—

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