"Look out!" cried Levine. Doris screamed.
"The beast ... the beast!"
She had thrown herself forward with the shriek but Lindstrum's hands had caught her. The window glass broke.
The two men carried her into the bed. Her head fell back on the pillow. She lay with her eyes open. Lindstrum sat leaning over her.
"Doris," he whispered. Her eyes regarded him without recognition.
"It's happened," muttered Levine. Lindstrum's hand passed over her forehead and slipped down the loose hair.
"The fever's gone," he said softly. "Yes," he repeated, "the fever's gone now."
Mrs. Basine returned. Doris, her eyes open, was lying as if dead. Her mother rushed to the bed crying her name. She was breathing. The fever was gone. Her body was almost cool.
"She was out of her head for a while," Lindstrum whispered.
"Talk to me please, dearest."