emotional struggle

How long I lay in a kind of trance or sleep I cannot say, but when again I recovered consciousness it was day. How ill I felt, how hunger still gnawed at me, it would be hard to say. I was too weak to scream now, far too weak to struggle. "Are you there, Henry...

My dear, I must stop here at present, I feel so miserable, though I am so happy. “_Evening._ “Arthur has just gone, and I feel in better spirits than when I left off, so I can go on telling you about the day. He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, a...

Last night she slept well all night, and did not disturb me once. The roses seem coming back already to her cheeks, though she is still sadly pale and wan-looking. If she were in any way anæmic I could understand it, but she is not.