It was so cold that she thought she would freeze to death, but gradually she began to feel warm, relieving her of her fear of freezing to death. But then she started to feel hot, as if she had fallen into liquid fire and was burning to death.
She screamed in agony, and as soon as her eyes opened, the burning sensation was gone, and she felt the room's normal cold temperature, which was being warmed by the fire in the fire place. The room was gloomy and lonely, and she felt befuddled, pitiful, and sad.
She sat down to see herself dressed in a simple nightgown, her hair neatly combed, and she felt like she had bathed.
She hugged herself as she scanned the room for Cyrus or his nine-tailed fox, but there was none.
She wanted to know what had happened.
The fire image, why she felt like she was being burned to death, and why Cyrus made her pass out unexpectedly.
