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a half-moon of black had settled on the chimney "Sarah doesn't half

look after the lamps," she said aloud, fretfully--and drew in her

lips; the nail- out of theht of that pain

which was co; had come She covered her face with her

hands

"Who," de?"

Helena looked around quickly; David, in his little cotton night-

drawers, was standing at the head of the stairs

"Who scolded? I heard 'e to come down, one

little bare foot at a tiht higled up out of her lap, and stood before her 'It's too hot," he

said, "I heard 'e you?"

"Yes, David," she said in a smothered voice

"Were you bad?" David asked with interest

Helena dropped her forehead on to his little war, and his breath on her neck