Chapter 43 THE WRATH OF THE GODS

The paroxysm did not last long, and in that fact most poignantly did

Dinah realize the waning strength.

Dumbly she stood and watched Biddy lay the inanimate figure back upon the pillows. Isabel had sunk into a state of exhaustion that was almost torpor.

"She'll sleep now, dear lamb," said Biddy, and tenderly covered her over as though she