When she recovers enough to look down at her arms … she blinks to see them covered in faint, but rising, puffy welts. Hives. She's breaking out in hives.

The storm so dissevered the company […] that most of them never met again.

But, in general, a few days' confinement, abstinence from flesh meat, and frequent sippings of some tepid pectoral drink, sufficed for the cure.

And now, unveil’d, the toilet stands display’d, Each silver vase in mystic order laid.