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While
he
smoked
out
his
cigar
in
peace
,
she
made
his
bed
,
and
put
the
small
room
in
order
for
his
repose
.
Being
weary
then
,
owing
to
the
advanced
hour
and
his
emotions
,
he
came
out
of
his
chair
to
bless
her
and
wish
her
Good
night
.
All
this
time
he
had
never
once
thought
of
her
dress
,
her
shoes
,
her
need
of
anything
.
No
other
person
upon
earth
,
save
herself
,
could
have
been
so
unmindful
of
her
wants
.
He
kissed
her
many
times
with
‘
Bless
you
,
my
love
.
Good
night
,
my
dear
!
’
But
her
gentle
breast
had
been
so
deeply
wounded
by
what
she
had
seen
of
him
that
she
was
unwilling
to
leave
him
alone
,
lest
he
should
lament
and
despair
again
.
‘
Father
,
dear
,
I
am
not
tired
;
let
me
come
back
presently
,
when
you
are
in
bed
,
and
sit
by
you
.
’
He
asked
her
,
with
an
air
of
protection
,
if
she
felt
solitary
?
‘
Yes
,
father
.
’
‘
Then
come
back
by
all
means
,
my
love
.
’
‘
I
shall
be
very
quiet
,
father
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
think
of
me
,
my
dear
,
’
he
said
,
giving
her
his
kind
permission
fully
.
‘
Come
back
by
all
means
.
’
He
seemed
to
be
dozing
when
she
returned
,
and
she
put
the
low
fire
together
very
softly
lest
she
should
awake
him
.
But
he
overheard
her
,
and
called
out
who
was
that
?
