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‘
No
,
not
I
;
that
was
my
sister
.
Are
you
better
?
’
‘
Much
better
.
It
is
only
a
slight
bruise
,
and
has
been
well
looked
to
,
and
is
almost
easy
now
.
It
made
me
giddy
and
faint
in
a
moment
.
It
had
hurt
me
before
;
but
at
last
it
overpowered
me
all
at
once
.
’
‘
May
I
stay
with
you
until
some
one
comes
?
Would
you
like
it
?
’
‘
I
should
like
it
,
for
it
is
lonely
here
;
but
I
am
afraid
you
will
feel
the
cold
too
much
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
mind
cold
.
I
am
not
delicate
,
if
I
look
so
.
’
She
quickly
moved
one
of
the
two
rough
chairs
to
the
bedside
,
and
sat
down
.
The
other
as
quickly
moved
a
part
of
some
travelling
wrapper
from
herself
,
and
drew
it
over
her
,
so
that
her
arm
,
in
keeping
it
about
her
,
rested
on
her
shoulder
.
‘
You
have
so
much
the
air
of
a
kind
nurse
,
’
said
the
lady
,
smiling
on
her
,
‘
that
you
seem
as
if
you
had
come
to
me
from
home
.
’
‘
I
am
very
glad
of
it
.
’
‘
I
was
dreaming
of
home
when
I
woke
just
now
.
Of
my
old
home
,
I
mean
,
before
I
was
married
.
’
‘
And
before
you
were
so
far
away
from
it
.
’
‘
I
have
been
much
farther
away
from
it
than
this
;
but
then
I
took
the
best
part
of
it
with
me
,
and
missed
nothing
.
I
felt
solitary
as
I
dropped
asleep
here
,
and
,
missing
it
a
little
,
wandered
back
to
it
.
’
