The light was turned higher, and the form in the white robe flitted over to a cabinet. Cora could see that this gypsy wore a thin, silky robe. It was as white as snow, and in it the young woman looked some living statue.
"I am giving you a great deal of trouble," Cora murmured. "I hope I will be able to repay you some day."
"Oh, as for that, I am glad to have something to do. I have always read of the glory of nursing. Now I may try it. I am very vain and selfish. All I do I do for my own glory. If you are better, and I have made you so, I will be quite satisfied."
She poured the liquid into a glass, and handed it to the sick girl.
"Thank you," whispered Cora. "Now I will sleep. I was only dreaming when I called out."
"They say I have clairvoyant power. I shall put you to sleep."
The gypsy sat down beside Cora. Without touching her face she was passing her hands before Cora's eyes. The latter wondered if this might not be unsafe. Suppose the gypsy should hypnotize her into sleep and that she might not be able to awaken? Yet the sensation was so soothing! Cora thought, then stopped thinking. Sleep was coming almost as it had come when the man seized her.
Drowsy, delightfully drowsy! Then sleep!