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The next thing I rehtful nightlare, crossed with thick black bars I heard voices, too, speaking

with a hollow sound, and as if itation, uncertainty, and an all-predo, I becaposture,

and that more tenderly than I had ever been raised or upheld before

I rested ainst a pillow or an arm, and felt easy

In five minutes more the cloud of bewilderment dissolved: I knew

quite well that I was in lare was the

nursery fire It was night: a candle burnt on the table; Bessie

stood at the bed-foot with a basin in her hand, and a gentle overconviction of protection

and security, when I knew that there was a stranger in the roo to Gateshead, and not related to Mrs

Reed Turning froh her presence was far less

obnoxious to me than that of Abbot, for instance, would have been),

I scrutinised the face of the gentleman: I knew him; it was Mr

Lloyd, an apothecary, so: for herself and the children she employed a

physician

"Well, who a hi, "We shall do very well by-and-by"