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Natalie was in bed when he went up-stairs Through the door of his

dressing-roo, surrounded by papers Natalie's

handsos, her handkerchief, a novel,

her silk dressing-gown flung over the footboard, sometimes bits of dress

in bed

He went in and, clearing a space, sat down on the foot of the bed,

facing her Her hair was arranged in a loose knot on top of her head,

and there was a tiny space, perhaps a quarter of an inch, slightly

darker than the rest He realized with a little start that she had had

her hair touched up during his absence Still, she looked very pretty,

her skin slightly glistening with its night's bath of cold crea out on the blue silk eiderdown coverlet

"I told Doctor Haverford to-night that ould like to give hian directly It was typical of him, the "we"

"A car? What for?"

"To ride about in, e parish, you know And

I don't feel exactly co when "

"He'll kill himself, that's all"

"Well, that's rather up to Providence, of course"