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Edna seated herself with every appearance of discomfort

"Are you tired?" he asked

"Yes, and chilled, and miserable I feel as if I had been wound up to a

certain pitch--too tight--and soainst the table upon her bare aro; I'll leave you

and let you rest"

"Yes," she replied

He stood up beside her and snetic

hand His touch conveyed to her a certain physical comfort She could

have fallen quietly asleep there if he had continued to pass his hand

over her hair He brushed the hair upward from the nape of her neck

"I hope you will feel better and happier in the ," he said "You