She placed a cushion under his head, and offered him some water; he rejected the latter, and tossed uneasily on the former, as if it were a stone or a block of wood. She tried to put it more comfortably.
"I can't do with that," he said; "it's not high enough."
Catherine brought another to lay above it.
"That's too high," murmured the provoking thing.
"How must I arrange it, then?" she asked despairingly.
He twined himself up to her, as she half knelt by the settle, and converted her shoulder into a support.

She placed a cushion under his head, but he tossed uneasily, as if it were a block of wood.
'I can't do with that,' he said; 'it's not high enough.'
Catherine brought another.
'That's too high,' murmured the provoking thing.
'How must I arrange it, then?' she asked despairingly.
He twined himself up to her, and leaned on her shoulder.
