H. B. Marriott Watson,
The Heart of Miranda (Collection…
(1898)
“ She started and her glance met his. "Nina," he said, sharply, "why don't you eat?" Her lips trembled as he held her eyes. She opened her mouth as if to speak, gaped, and was silent. "Nina!" said Corfield. "I can't," she stammered. "Nonsense," he returned. "Drink your wine, and don't be foolish. It will do you good." "I—it would choke me," she gasped, with a sob. Corfield frowned, but his voice was soft and grave as he answered: "You must do as I tell you. We have a long journey. You must keep yourself up." She glanced at him fearfully, and with a whimper set the glass to her lips. ”
