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She turned the child's face to her breast, hoping perhaps that his hands

would move in the old delicious way

He did not stir, and she laid hiain and looked at him

His lips and the hollows under his eyes were blue The collapse had come

Louis knelt down and put his hand over the tiny heart

A spas a s too

"See"--she said

But Stanistreet had seen enough He rose from his knees and left her