Brother Mark of the Spicarium is sore smitten with a fever and could not come.
"Yes, and catch their deaths of fever and ague," said Mrs. Bartlett.
"I'll do it," I cried, no longer able to resist, for the fever of it was in my blood.
He was all right when I left him, two hours ago, with not a sign of fever.
Not long after his arrival he had a slight attack of fever, which ...