Evening was blur for her with medicus giving zillions of herbs and advices. Now, she was resting alone on the bed with Justus sleeping in another cot.

　　Unable to sleep, her tumid blackberry eyes were? gazing out ahead, acutely. Steady breaths were inflating and deflating her bossom like rhyming poem while she laid there in half sitting position.

　　The morning was long gone tourer, afternoon was like subsided sea wave, orangish glow of evening had ebbed away leaving behind eerie or maybe serene night.

　　? ? With the help of a maid, she had? changed to a hand embroidered pale gown whose frilly net rested few inches above her hills....