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"I will disarm you"--had she not done it, indeed!--"and dress your

hurts Then you shall rest and I look at you at last"

"I ao on"

"Nay, you ht"

She did it, kneeling at his knees or standing before hiht of a wo, her toy--her baby,

in a word She girdled hiers busy at

neck or cheek-pieces unlaced the helrew tenderly deft over his wounds She washed

them clean, bound them up with strips torn from her skirt She pushed

back his hair from eyes and brows, and washed hie Her petticoat was her towel; she would have used her

hair, but that she dared not lose command of herself and him She

wished for once to draw hi her lap esture; "rest here, my dear heart," said the

smile that fleith it

He knelt beside her--all ell up to this The ht caht his look upon her She tried, but she could not

meet it Then it befell her that she would notfrom his breast

"Look," he said, as he held it up

She watched it quivering in the rew

blush-red, divinely ashamed