"Eh! Margaret?" questioned he, with a nervous motion of his hands. It seemed cruel to refuse him the comfort he craved for. And besides, his passionate refusal to admit the existence of fear, almost inspired Margaret herself with hope.
"I do think she is better since last night," said she. "Her eyes look brighter, and her complexion clearer."

It seemed cruel to refuse him the comfort he craved for.
'I do think she is better since last night,' said she. 'Her eyes look brighter, and her complexion clearer.'
