"No-better-better!" he panted, trembling, and retaining her hand as if he needed its support, while his large blue eyes wandered timidly over her; the hollowness round them transforming to haggard wildness the languid expression they once possessed.
"But you have been worse," persisted his cousin; "worse than when I saw you last; you are thinner, and-"
"I'm tired," he interrupted, hurriedly. "It is too hot for walking, let us rest here. And, in the morning, I often feel sick-papa says I grow so fast."
Badly satisfied, Cathy sat down, and he reclined beside her.

'No - better - better!' he panted, trembling, and holding her hand as if he needed its support, while his large blue eyes wandered over her with a expression of haggard wildness.
'But you have been worse since I saw you last,' persisted Cathy; 'you are thinner, and-'
'I'm tired,' he interrupted, hurriedly. 'It is too hot for walking; let us rest here. In the morning, I often feel sick - papa says I grow so fast.'
Dissatisfied, Cathy sat down beside him.
