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When at last that breathing space caue of her artistic escapades; but there was no tiot up in the dark, put her cloak over her

night-dress, and crept out into the gallery The door creaked as she

opened it; she stood white and quailing, while her heart beat like a

ha stirred She went first to Maulfry's door and

listened She heard her breathing All fast there Then like a hare

she fled on to the door she kneell There was a light under it:

she heard a rustle as of paper or parch the leaves of a book In the silence which seemed to press

upon her ears and throb in them, she debated with herself what she

should do She knew that there was indeed no question about it If he

was ill, everything--all her huive way There was but one place for a wife Maulfry did not

know she was his wife She listened again Inside the room she now

heard soroan Oh,

Lord! Oh, Love! She turned the handle; she stood in the doorway; she

saw Galors sitting up in bed with a book on his knees, a lalowered at her, with great

hollow eyes and a sour mouth dropped at one corner

She stood unable to move or cry