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The
lady
had
fallen
into
a
slumber
,
and
the
whisper
was
too
low
to
awake
her
.
Her
visitor
,
standing
quite
still
,
looked
at
her
attentively
.
‘
She
is
very
pretty
,
’
she
said
to
herself
.
‘
I
never
saw
so
beautiful
a
face
.
O
how
unlike
me
!
’
It
was
a
curious
thing
to
say
,
but
it
had
some
hidden
meaning
,
for
it
filled
her
eyes
with
tears
.
‘
I
know
I
must
be
right
.
I
know
he
spoke
of
her
that
evening
.
I
could
very
easily
be
wrong
on
any
other
subject
,
but
not
on
this
,
not
on
this
!
’
With
a
quiet
and
tender
hand
she
put
aside
a
straying
fold
of
the
sleeper
’
s
hair
,
and
then
touched
the
hand
that
lay
outside
the
covering
.
‘
I
like
to
look
at
her
,
’
she
breathed
to
herself
.
‘
I
like
to
see
what
has
affected
him
so
much
.
’
She
had
not
withdrawn
her
hand
,
when
the
sleeper
opened
her
eyes
and
started
.
‘
Pray
don
’
t
be
alarmed
.
I
am
only
one
of
the
travellers
from
down
-
stairs
.
I
came
to
ask
if
you
were
better
,
and
if
I
could
do
anything
for
you
.
’
‘
I
think
you
have
already
been
so
kind
as
to
send
your
servants
to
my
assistance
?
’
