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tossed back and forth like a ship on a stormy sea, unable to

an found me She

half lifted half drew ave me some hot tea to drink; and when she

hadat ood deal disturbed It would be difficult to tell

why I thought so Perhaps it was because she said nothing I

lay quiet with my face hid in my hands

"What do you think to do with yourself to-day, now?" - was at

last her practical question

"What o'clock is it?" I whispered

"It's just on the stroke of six, Daisy"

"I'll get up and go on withposture accordingly

"Work!" echoed Miss Cardigan "You look like much of that!

Your cheeks" (and she touched thenolia there that has just opened A night's work Christian

hasoff as content as

if he had so to praise himself for The pride of these

men! -"