----The blood and spirits of _Le Fever_, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart--rallied back, --the film forsook his eyes for a moment, --he looked up wishfully in my uncle _Toby's_ face, --then cast a look upon his boy, ----and that _ligament_, fine as it was, --was never broken.------

The blood and spirits of Le Fever, which were growing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart, rallied back. The film left his eyes for a moment: he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, then at his boy; and that look was never broken.
