1 When shown the body, she fell into violent hysterics and kept her bed for several days.
2 He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me.
3 We shall make our bed of dried leaves; the sun will shine on us as on man and will ripen our food.
4 They put it into a bed and rubbed it, and Daniel went to the town for an apothecary, but life was quite gone.
5 Saying this, he endeavoured to spring from the bed, but the exertion was too great for him; he fell back and fainted.
6 He then related that, the morning on which the murder of poor William had been discovered, Justine had been taken ill, and confined to her bed for several days.
7 At length lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured, and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavouring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness.
8 In this state I was carried back and placed on a bed, hardly conscious of what had happened; my eyes wandered round the room as if to seek something that I had lost.
9 But I was doomed to live and in two months found myself as awaking from a dream, in a prison, stretched on a wretched bed, surrounded by jailers, turnkeys, bolts, and all the miserable apparatus of a dungeon.
10 We were in the most imminent peril, but as we could only remain passive, my chief attention was occupied by my unfortunate guest whose illness increased in such a degree that he was entirely confined to his bed.
11 The interval was, consequently, spent in inaction; his grief only became more deep and rankling when he had leisure for reflection, and at length it took so fast hold of his mind that at the end of three months he lay on a bed of sickness, incapable of any exertion.