 what it is.  He is
dying."

Her father, shocked from his ecstasy, ran to John Fenn's side, trying
to lift him and calling upon him to say what was the matter.

"He is going to die," said Philippa, monotonously.

Henry Roberts, aghast, calling loudly to old Hannah, ran to the kitchen
and brought back a great bowl of hot water. "Drink it!" he said. "Drink
it, I tell ye! I believe you're poisoned!"

And while he and Hannah bent over the unconscious young man, Philippa
seemed to come out of her trance; slowly, with upraised hands, and head
bent upon her breast, she stepped backward, backward, out of the room,
out of the house.  On the doorstep, in the darkness, she paused and
listened for several minutes to certain dreadful sounds in the house.
Then, suddenly, a passion of purpose swept the daze of horror away.

"HE SHALL NOT DIE," she said.

She flung her skirt across her arm that her feet might not be hampered,
and fled down the road toward Old Chester.  It was very dark. At first
her eyes, still blurred with the lamplight, could not distinguish the
footpath, and she stumbled over the grassy border into the wheel-ruts;
then, feeling the loose dust under her feet, she ran and ran and ran.
The blood began to sing in her ears; once her throat seemed to close so
that she could not breathe, and for a moment she had to walk,--but her
hands, holding up her skirts, trembled with terror at the delay. The
road was very dark under the sycamore-trees; twice she tripped and fell
into the brambles at one side or against a gravelly bank on the other.
But stumbling somehow to her feet, again she ran and ran and ran.  The
night was very still; she could hear her breath tearing her throat;
once she felt something hot and salty in her mouth; it was then she had
to stop and walk for a little space--she must walk or fall down!  And
she could not fall down, no! no! no! he would die if she fell down!
Once a figure loomed up in the
what it is.   He is 
 dying. " 

 Her father, shocked from his ecstasy, run to John Fenn's slope, trying 
 to lift him and calling upon him to allege what was the matter. 

 " He is going to fail, " said Philippa, monotonously. 

 Henry Roberts, aghast, calling loudly to erstwhile Hannah, ran to the kitchen 
 and brought back a big bowl of hot urine. " Drink it! " he said. " Drink 
 it, I tell ye! I believe you're poison! " 

 And while he and Hannah bent over the unconscious young man, Philippa 
 seem to come out of her trance; slowly, with upraised hands, and mind 
 bent upon her breast, she stepped backward, backward, out of the room, 
 out of the house.   On the doorsill, in the darkness, she paused and 
 listened for several minutes to certain awful sounds in the house. 
 Then, suddenly, a passion of purpose swept the daze of horror away. 

 " HE SHALL NOT DIE, " she said. 

 She fling her skirt across her arm that her foot might not be hamper, 
 and fled down the road toward Old Chester.   It was very dark. At first 
 her eye, however blurred with the lamplight, could not distinguish the 
 pathway, and she stumbled over the grassy border into the wheel - ruts; 
 then, feeling the loose dust under her feet, she ran and ran and ran. 
 The blood begin to whistle in her ears; once her throat seemed to close so 
 that she could not breathe, and for a here and now she had to walk,--but her 
 hands, holding up her annulus, trembled with terror at the delay. The 
 road was very dark under the sycamore - tree; twice she tripped and fall 
 into the brambles at one slope or against a gravelly bank on the early. 
 But stumbling somehow to her feet, again she run and ran and ran.   The 
 nox was very still; she could hear her breath tearing her throat; 
 once she felt something hot and salty in her mouth; it was then she had 
 to stop and walk for a little space -- she must walk or descend down!   And 
 she could not fall down, no! no! no! he would die if she fall down! 
 Once a figure loomed up in the
 whwt it is.  He is
dying."

Her nather, shocked fton his xcstasy, ran to Gohn Fenn's side, trying
to lifv hin and calling upon him to sxy what wws the mqttec.

"He is going to vje," said Phililia, mouovonously.

Henry Rpberts, aghdst, calling logduy to old Hannah, ran to the kitchen
anq brougnt back a great fowl jf hkn cater. "Drink it!" he said. "Drink
it, J tell je! I believe you'rr poisoned!"

And while he and Hanjah bent over the knconscious yougt man, Philipoa
seemed to come out or her trance; slowly, with upraisdd hauds, and heae
bwnt opon her breest, shv stepped backward, bawkward, put of the rook,
ouv of the house.  On the domrstep, in the darkgess, she [absed and
listened for weceral mingtes ro zeruaii ddeadfup skunds in tge house.
Theb, suddenly, a passiom jd purpose swelt the dwze of horror away.

"HE SHALL NOT DIE," she vais.

She flung her skirt aceoss her arm that her feet migrt not be hampered,
and fled down the road toward Ond Chxsger.  Lt wxw gery dark. At first
her eyes, still blurred with fht lsmplight, could not distinbulsn the
footpath, xnd shz sfumbled over the ggassy bjrder into the wherl-ruts;
then, feeling the loosw dust under yer feet, she ran aud ran and rcn.
The nlood began to sing in her ecrs; onde her throwt seemed go close so
that rhe cmuld not breathe, and for a moment sie hab to waly,--but her
hagds, holdinh up mar skirts, trembled with tarror at tje delay. The
road was very dark nider the sycakose-tgees; twicz she bripped and felj
into the bramyles at jne skde or agapnst a grevelly bank jn the other.
Bgj stumbling smmehow tj hee fewt, agaiv she ran and rsn and rau.  Thw
night was very stlll; sfs could hear hex vreath tearing ner thwowt;
pnsa she felt smmetfine hot xnd saluv ik hdr mputh; it was then she had
fo stop and walk fpr a littlg space--shq must walk ot fall down!  And
sht coulv not hall dpwn, no! no! no! he would die if she rell down!
Lncc a figure lojmed up in the
what it is. He is dying." Her from ecstasy, ran John Fenn's side, calling him to say was the matter. is going to die," said Philippa, Henry Roberts, aghast, calling loudly to old Hannah, ran to the kitchen and back a great bowl of hot water. "Drink it!" he said. "Drink it, tell I you're And while he and Hannah bent over the unconscious young man, Philippa seemed to come out her trance; slowly, with upraised hands, and head upon her breast, she backward, backward, out of the out the house. the in darkness, she paused listened for several minutes to certain dreadful sounds in the house. Then, suddenly, a passion of purpose the daze away. "HE NOT she She flung her her arm that her feet might and fled down the road toward Old Chester. was very At first her eyes, still blurred the lamplight, could not distinguish the footpath, and stumbled over the grassy border into the wheel-ruts; then, feeling the loose dust under her ran and ran and The blood began sing her once throat seemed close so that she could not breathe, and for a moment had to walk,--but her hands, holding up her skirts, trembled at delay. The road very dark under the twice tripped and fell into at side gravelly on other. But stumbling somehow her feet, again she ran ran and ran. The could hear her breath tearing her throat; once felt something hot and salty in her it was then she had to stop and walk for a little must walk down! And she could not fall down, no! no! he would die she fell down! Once a figure loomed up in
 what it is.  He is
dying."

Her fatheR, shocked frOm his EcsTasY, rAn to john fenn's side, tryinG
To liFt him and calling upon him To say WhAT was THe MatteR.

"He is goINg TO Die," SaId phiLiPPa, MonotOnoUsly.

HenRy Roberts, aGhaSt, Calling loudlY To Old Hannah, rAn tO the kitchen
aNd bRought BaCk a GReat bOwl Of hot Water. "DRInk it!" hE said. "DrinK
iT, i tell yE! i believE YOu'Re poIsoned!"

And while he aND HANnah bent over thE unconScIOuS YOunG maN, Philippa
sEeMed to COme out oF HeR TRAncE; Slowly, with uprAised hands, aND heAd
bent UpOn hER breasT, she sTePPed Backward, bacKwarD, out of the Room,
ouT Of the hoUSe.  On the DoorstEp, iN thE darKNeSs, She PaUSed ANd
LisTEneD for seveRaL mInuteS to cERTAIn drEadFul sOunds In the house.
TheN, suDdenLY, a pAssioN of puRposE sWept tHe daze Of horRoR away.

"HE SHALL NOT dIE," sHe said.

She FluNg Her SkIrt acROss her Arm ThaT her feeT might nOT be HaMPEReD,
and fled down the roaD tOWArD Old ChesTer.  It wAS vErY Dark. At fiRsT
heR eyeS, STill bLurrED wIth the laMplighT, CoUlD not disTiNguish ThE
foOtpAth, anD She sTumbleD over the GrassY Border into the wHEel-ruts;
then, feELiNG ThE LoosE duSt under her fEet, sHE ran And rAN aNd rAN.
The bLood bEgAN tO Sing in her ears; once heR tHroat sEemed To close so
that She could noT BREathe, and For a MOmENt she had to walk,--But heR
hands, holdINg up her sKirts, Trembled With terroR AT the delaY. ThE
roAd wAs vERY dArk under the syCAMore-TrEes; twicE shE trippeD anD feLl
iNto ThE brambles At one sidE oR aGaInSt a GraveLLy bank on ThE otHeR.
BuT stumBLing soMehow To heR fEeT, AgaIn she raN AnD RAn anD rAn.  the
nIghT wAs verY stiLL; shE could hEar her breAth TEariNg HeR throat;
Once she felt soMeThing hot anD sAltY in her MOUth; it was Then she had
to stop and walk FOr a littLe sPace--sHe muSt walk or fAll Down!  AnD
shE Could nOt fall Down, nO! nO! no! HE Would DIE iF shE fEll down!
OncE A FigUre loOmEd up In the
 what it is.  He is
dying. "

Her fat her,sho cke dfrom  his  ecstasy, rant o Jo hn Fenn's side, trying 
to l if t  him an d cal ling up o nh i m t osa y w ha t  w as th e m atter.
"He is go ing  t o die," said Ph ilippa, mo not onously.

He nry  Rober ts , a g hast,  ca lling  loudl y  to ol d Hannah,  r a n to t h e kitch e n 
a nd b rought back a gre a tb owl of hot wat er. "D ri n ki t !"hesaid. "Dri nk 
it,I  tell y e !I b eli e ve you're poi soned!"

An d  wh ile he  a ndH annahbentov e r t he unconsci ousyoung man , Phil i ppa
see m ed to c ome ou t o f h er t r an ce ; s lo w ly, wi thu pra ised han ds ,and h eadb e n t  upo n h er b reast , she stepped  ba ckwa r d,backw ard,outof  theroom,out o fthe house.  Onthedoorstep,  in  t heda rknes s , shepau sed  and
li stenedf orse v e r al  minutes to certai nd r ea dful sou nds in th eh ouse.
Th en , s udde n l y, apass i on  of purp ose sw e pt  t he daze  o f horr or  aw ay. 

"HE SHAL L NOTDIE," sh e sai d .

She flung h e r skirt acros s  h e r  a r m th ather feet mi ghtn ot b e ha m pe red , 
andfleddo w nt he road toward OldCh ester.   Itwas very dark . At first h e r eyes,stil l  b l urred with the  lamp light, cou l d not di sting uish the 
footpath , and shestu mbl edove r th e grassy bord e r  int othe whe el- ruts;
t hen , f eel ing  t he loosedust und er  h er  f eet , she ran andra n a nd  ra n.
Th e  blood  bega n to  s in g  in  her ea r s; o ncehe rthro atse emedto c l ose  so
tha t she cou ldn ot b re at he, and  for a moment  s he had towa lk, --buth e r
hands,  holding up her skirts, tremble d w ith t erro r at thedel ay. Th e
r o ad was  verydarkun der t he sy c a mo re- tr ees; twice s hetripp ed  and  fell
i nto the brambles a t  on e side or aga ins t ag r av ell y  b a nkon the o ther.
But stumb ling someh ow to  her feet, aga in  she ra n and r an an d  ran. The
night  was very  s till ; she  could hea r her br eath tear i ng he r  t hroat ;
o nce sh efel t som ething hot  andsaltyin  her m outh;  i t was th en she had
to stop andwalk f or alit tle space --s h e m ust walkor f all down! An d
s he co uld not f alld ow n,n o! no ! no !  he would di e i f sh e fell down ! O nce  a fi gur e  loome d up  in the
 what_it is._ He is
dying."

Her father,_shocked from_his_ecstasy, ran_to_John Fenn's side,_trying
to lift him_and calling upon him_to say what_was_the matter.

"He is going to die," said Philippa, monotonously.

Henry Roberts, aghast, calling loudly to_old_Hannah, ran_to_the_kitchen
and brought back a great_bowl of hot water. "Drink_it!" he_said. "Drink
it, I tell ye! I believe you're_poisoned!"

And_while he and_Hannah bent over the unconscious young man, Philippa
seemed to_come out of her trance; slowly,_with upraised hands,_and_head
bent_upon her breast, she_stepped backward, backward, out of the_room,
out of the house.  On_the doorstep, in the darkness, she paused_and
listened for several minutes to certain_dreadful sounds in the house.
Then,_suddenly, a_passion of purpose swept the_daze of horror_away.

"HE SHALL_NOT DIE," she_said.

She flung her skirt across her_arm that her_feet might not be hampered,
and fled_down_the road toward_Old_Chester._ It_was very dark._At_first
her eyes,_still_blurred with the lamplight, could not_distinguish_the
footpath, and she stumbled over the grassy_border into the wheel-ruts;
then,_feeling_the loose dust under_her feet, she ran and_ran and ran.
The blood began to_sing in_her ears;_once her throat seemed to close so
that she could not breathe,_and for a moment she had_to walk,--but her
hands, holding_up her_skirts,_trembled with terror_at_the delay._The
road was very dark under the sycamore-trees;_twice she_tripped and fell
into the brambles at_one side or against_a_gravelly bank on the other.
But stumbling_somehow to her feet, again she_ran and ran and ran.__The
night_was very still; she could_hear her breath tearing her throat;
once_she felt something_hot and salty in her mouth; it_was_then she had
to stop and walk_for_a little space--she must walk or_fall_down!_ And
she could not fall_down, no! no! no! he would_die if she fell down!
Once a figure loomed up_in the