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But
she
did
not
look
up
.
She
sat
with
her
little
black
head
in
her
arms
for
some
time
.
She
always
sat
like
that
when
she
was
trying
to
bear
something
in
silence
.
Then
she
got
up
and
went
slowly
to
the
bed
.
"
I
ca
n't
pretend
anything
else
--
while
I
am
awake
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
would
n't
be
any
use
in
trying
.
If
I
go
to
sleep
,
perhaps
a
dream
will
come
and
pretend
for
me
.
"
She
suddenly
felt
so
tired
--
perhaps
through
want
of
food
--
that
she
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
quite
weakly
.
"
Suppose
there
was
a
bright
fire
in
the
grate
,
with
lots
of
little
dancing
flames
,
"
she
murmured
.
"
Suppose
there
was
a
comfortable
chair
before
it
--
and
suppose
there
was
a
small
table
near
,
with
a
little
hot
--
hot
supper
on
it
.
And
suppose
"
--
as
she
drew
the
thin
coverings
over
her
--
"
suppose
this
was
a
beautiful
soft
bed
,
with
fleecy
blankets
and
large
downy
pillows
.
Suppose
--
suppose
--
"
And
her
very
weariness
was
good
to
her
,
for
her
eyes
closed
and
she
fell
fast
asleep
.
She
did
not
know
how
long
she
slept
.
But
she
had
been
tired
enough
to
sleep
deeply
and
profoundly
--
too
deeply
and
soundly
to
be
disturbed
by
anything
,
even
by
the
squeaks
and
scamperings
of
Melchisedec
's
entire
family
,
if
all
his
sons
and
daughters
had
chosen
to
come
out
of
their
hole
to
fight
and
tumble
and
play
.
When
she
awakened
it
was
rather
suddenly
,
and
she
did
not
know
that
any
particular
thing
had
called
her
out
of
her
sleep
.
The
truth
was
,
however
,
that
it
was
a
sound
which
had
called
her
back
--
a
real
sound
--
the
click
of
the
skylight
as
it
fell
in
closing
after
a
lithe
white
figure
which
slipped
through
it
and
crouched
down
close
by
upon
the
slates
of
the
roof
--
just
near
enough
to
see
what
happened
in
the
attic
,
but
not
near
enough
to
be
seen
.
At
first
she
did
not
open
her
eyes
.
She
felt
too
sleepy
and
--
curiously
enough
--
too
warm
and
comfortable
.
She
was
so
warm
and
comfortable
,
indeed
,
that
she
did
not
believe
she
was
really
awake
.
She
never
was
as
warm
and
cozy
as
this
except
in
some
lovely
vision
.
"
What
a
nice
dream
!
"
she
murmured
.
"
I
feel
quite
warm
.
I
--
do
n't
--
want
--
to
--
wake
--
up
.
"
Of
course
it
was
a
dream
.
She
felt
as
if
warm
,
delightful
bedclothes
were
heaped
upon
her
.
She
could
actually
FEEL
blankets
,
and
when
she
put
out
her
hand
it
touched
something
exactly
like
a
satin-covered
eider-down
quilt
.
She
must
not
awaken
from
this
delight
--
she
must
be
quite
still
and
make
it
last
.
