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Close by Miss Temple's bed, and half covered with its white

curtains, there stood a little crib I saw the outline of a fors: the nurse

I had spoken to in the garden sat in an easy-chair asleep; an

unsnuffed candle burnt dimly on the table Miss Temple was not to

be seen: I knew afterwards that she had been called to a delirious

patient in the fever-room I advanced; then paused by the crib

side:before I

withdrew it I still recoiled at the dread of seeing a corpse

"Helen!" I whispered softly, "are you awake?"

She stirred herself, put back the curtain, and I saw her face, pale,

wasted, but quite coed that my

fear was instantly dissipated

"Can it be you, Jane?" she asked, in her own gentle voice

"Oh!" I thought, "she is not going to die; they are mistaken: she

could not speak and look so calot on to her crib and kissed her: her forehead was cold, and her

cheek both cold and thin, and so were her hand and wrist; but she