"
"Were there any changes?" she asked.
"A few," I said. "There is another entrance to the tower than by the
door, Miss Axtell."
Slowly the lady dropped back to the pillows whence she had arisen from
the disturbing dream. She did not move again for many minutes; then it
was a few low-spoken words that summoned me to her side.
"I know there is another entrance to the tower," she said; "but I did
not think that any one else knew of it. Who told you?"
"Excuse me from answering, if you please," I said, unwilling to excite
her more, for I knew that the fever was rising rapidly.
"Who knows of this besides you? You don't mind telling me that much?"
"No one knows it, I think; no person told me, and I have told no one.
You seem to have more fever; can you not sleep?"
"Not with all this equinoctial storm raging, and the tide you told me of
coming up with the wind."
She looked decidedly worse. Mr. Axtell let her have her own way. I
thought it wise to follow his leading, and I asked,--
"What tide do you mean? You cannot hear the sea, and it isn't time for
the equinoctial gale."
This question seemed to have quieted Miss Axtell beyond thought of
reply. She did not speak again until the Sabbath-day had begun. Then, at
the very point where she had ceased, she recommenced.
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