1 Presently she woke, and I gave her food, as Van Helsing had prescribed.
2 It had had a sleep and taken some food, and altogether was going on well.
3 I got ready food: but she would not eat, simply saying that she had not hunger.
4 Those that do remain, however, are well fed, for he still brings in the flies by tempting them with his food.
5 The Professor encourages her, and whispers to me that it may be a week before we can get any good food again.
6 I light a fire, for we have brought supply of wood with us, and she prepare food while I undo the horses and set them, tethered in shelter, to feed.
7 He keeps feeding them with his flies, and the number of the latter is becoming sensibly diminished, although he has used half his food in attracting more flies from outside to his room.
8 He disgusted me much while with him, for when a horrid blow-fly, bloated with some carrion food, buzzed into the room, he caught it, held it exultantly for a few moments between his finger and thumb, and, before I knew what he was going to do, put it in his mouth and ate it.