"Dearest Amelia, you are very unwell," the visitor said, putting forth her hand to take Amelia's. "What is it? I could not rest until I knew how you were."
Amelia drew back her hand--never since her life began had that gentle soul refused to believe or to answer any demonstration of good-will or affection. But she drew back her hand, and trembled all over. "Why are you here, Rebecca?" she said, still looking at her solemnly with her large eyes. These glances troubled her visitor.

"Dearest Amelia, you are very unwell," the visitor said, putting forth her hand. "What is it?"
Amelia drew back her hand, and trembled all over.
"Why are you here, Rebecca?" she said. Her solemn glances troubled her visitor.
