in every joint, from cold and exhaustion, he made an effort to

stand upright; but, shuddering from head to foot, fell prostrate

After a short return of the stupor in which he had been so long

plunged, Oliver: urged by a creeping sickness at his heart,

which seemed to warn him that if he lay there, he must surely

die: got upon his feet, and essayed to walk. His head was dizzy,

and he staggered to and from like a drunken man. But he kept up,

nevertheless, and, with his head drooping languidly on his