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"Quite!" said she; "is there anything will serve as a bandage?"

"There is the towel!" I suggested

"Not to be thought of!"

"Then you

towards the bed

"Ridiculous!" said she, and proceeded to draw a handkerchief froreat nicety

and moistened it in the bowl, she tied it about my temples

Now, to do this, she had, perforce, to pass her, arht her so near that I could feel her breath

upon my lips, and there stole to me, out of her hair, or out of

her bosorance of

violets at evening But her hands were all too dexterous, and,

quicker than it takes to write, the bandage was tied, and she was

standing before ht and tall

"There--that is more comfortable, isn't it?" she inquired, and

with the words she bestowed a final little pat to the bandage, a

touch so light--so ineffably gentle that it -dead mother whom I had never known

"That is better, isn't it?" she demanded

"Thank you--yes, very colance, by accident, encountered the pistol near by,