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" Cold ? Yes , -- and standing in a pool ! Go , then , Jane ; go !" But he still retained my hand , and I could not free it . I bethought myself of an expedient .
" I think I hear Mrs . Fairfax move , sir ," said I . " Well , leave me :" he relaxed his fingers , and I was gone .
I regained my couch , but never thought of sleep . Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea , where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy . I thought sometimes I saw beyond its wild waters a shore , sweet as the hills of Beulah ; and now and then a freshening gale , wakened by hope , bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne : but I could not reach it , even in fancy -- a counteracting breeze blew off land , and continually drove me back . Sense would resist delirium : judgment would warn passion . Too feverish to rest , I rose as soon as day dawned .