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`` Then we must do without him . Doctors are never much use , any way , -- maybe the Lord will help me instead . '' And she returned to Thelma , who still slept , though her face was now feverishly flushed and her breathing hurried and irregular . The hours of the new day , -- day , though seeming night , passed on and it was verging towards ten o'clock when she woke , raving deliriously . Her father , Sigurd , Philip , the events of her life in , London , the fatigues of her journey , were all jumbled fantastically together in her brain -- she talked and sang incessantly , and , like some wild bird suddenly caged , refused to be quieted . Ulrika was all alone with her , -- Valdemar having gone to execute his commissions in Bosekop , -- and she had enough to do to make her remain in bed . For she became suddenly possessed by a strong desire to go sailing on the Fjord -- and occasionally it took all Ulrika 's strength to hold and keep her from springing to the window , whose white frosted panes seemed to have some fatal attraction for her wandering eyes .