I must have dozed off. One moment,the room was still,the next,Mother flew off the pillows and was violently ill,vomiting blood all over the bed and floor. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
I jumped up from the stool.
"Eliza!" I screamed, "Help!"
There was no answer. Eliza was gone. I was alone.
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The book is great so far. Its really interesting. I Love it.