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I
knelt
down
by
her
,
holding
her
in
my
arms
,
and
smoothing
the
hair
back
from
her
face
.
“
Don
’
t
cry
,
child
,
don
’
t
cry
,
for
God
’
s
sake
.
You
’
re
safe
here
.
I
’
ll
take
care
of
you
.
Don
’
t
cry
,
darling
.
Don
’
t
cry
.
I
know
—
I
know
everything
.
”
“
Oh
,
but
you
don
’
t
!
”
“
I
think
I
do
.
”
And
after
a
moment
,
as
her
sobs
grew
quieter
,
I
asked
:
“
It
was
you
who
took
the
dagger
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
That
was
why
you
wanted
me
to
show
you
round
?
And
why
you
pretended
to
faint
?
”
Again
she
nodded
.
It
was
a
strange
thought
to
come
to
me
at
the
moment
,
but
it
shot
into
my
mind
that
I
was
glad
her
motive
was
what
it
had
been
—
rather
than
the
idle
and
morbid
curiosity
I
had
accused
her
of
at
the
time
.
How
gallantly
she
had
played
her
part
that
day
,
inwardly
racked
with
fear
and
trepidation
as
she
must
have
been
.
Poor
little
soul
,
bearing
the
burden
of
a
moment
’
s
impetuous
action
.
“
Why
did
you
take
the
dagger
?
”
I
asked
presently
.
She
replied
as
simply
as
a
child
:
“
I
was
afraid
there
might
be
finger
-
marks
on
it
.
”
