1 Cassy's health was much better.
2 I think it lies at the root of all my ill health.
3 From the time of the birth of this child, her health gradually sunk.
4 Not but that is very proper; I've done it myself, when I had health.
5 Her face was round and rosy, with a healthful downy softness, suggestive of a ripe peach.
6 "St. Clare always laughs when I make the least allusion to my ill health," said Marie, with the voice of a suffering martyr.
7 A household without any rule; where servants have it all their own way, do what they please, and have what they please, except so far as I, with my feeble health, have kept up government.
8 She won't marry anybody else; and I do believe, now, though she knows how necessary she is to me, and how feeble my health is, she would go back to her husband tomorrow, if she only could.
9 His only daughter was exceedingly delicate, and he feared that, with no one to look after her and attend to her, her health and life might yet fall a sacrifice to her mother's inefficiency.
10 Marie St. Clare had taken no notice of the child's gradually decaying health and strength, because she was completely absorbed in studying out two or three new forms of disease to which she believed she herself was a victim.
11 After the birth of little Harry, however, she had gradually become tranquillized and settled; and every bleeding tie and throbbing nerve, once more entwined with that little life, seemed to become sound and healthful, and Eliza was a happy woman up to the time that her husband was rudely torn from his kind employer, and brought under the iron sway of his legal owner.