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The
poor
woman
was
smitten
almost
helpless
with
surprise
and
grief
;
but
she
contrived
to
hide
her
emotions
,
and
to
soothe
the
boy
to
sleep
again
;
then
she
crept
apart
and
communed
miserably
with
herself
upon
the
disastrous
result
of
her
experiment
.
She
tried
to
believe
that
her
Tom
's
madness
had
banished
this
habitual
gesture
of
his
;
but
she
could
not
do
it
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
"
his
hands
are
not
mad
;
they
could
not
unlearn
so
old
a
habit
in
so
brief
a
time
.
Oh
,
this
is
a
heavy
day
for
me
!
"
Still
,
hope
was
as
stubborn
now
as
doubt
had
been
before
;
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
accept
the
verdict
of
the
test
;
she
must
try
the
thing
again
--
the
failure
must
have
been
only
an
accident
;
so
she
startled
the
boy
out
of
his
sleep
a
second
and
a
third
time
,
at
intervals
--
with
the
same
result
which
had
marked
the
first
test
;
then
she
dragged
herself
to
bed
,
and
fell
sorrowfully
asleep
,
saying
,
"
But
I
can
not
give
him
up
--
oh
no
,
I
can
not
,
I
can
not
--
he
must
be
my
boy
!
"
The
poor
mother
's
interruptions
having
ceased
,
and
the
Prince
's
pains
having
gradually
lost
their
power
to
disturb
him
,
utter
weariness
at
last
sealed
his
eyes
in
a
profound
and
restful
sleep
.
Hour
after
hour
slipped
away
,
and
still
he
slept
like
the
dead
.
Thus
four
or
five
hours
passed
.
Then
his
stupor
began
to
lighten
.
Presently
,
while
half
asleep
and
half
awake
,
he
murmured
--
"
Sir
William
!
"
After
a
moment
--
"
Ho
,
Sir
William
Herbert
!
Hie
thee
hither
,
and
list
to
the
strangest
dream
that
ever
...
Sir
William
!
dost
hear
?
Man
,
I
did
think
me
changed
to
a
pauper
,
and
...
Ho
there
!
Guards
!
Sir
William
!
What
!
is
there
no
groom
of
the
chamber
in
waiting
?
Alack
!
it
shall
go
hard
with
--
"
"
What
aileth
thee
?
"
asked
a
whisper
near
him
.
"
Who
art
thou
calling
?
"
"
Sir
William
Herbert
.
Who
art
thou
?
"
"
I
?
Who
should
I
be
,
but
thy
sister
Nan
?
Oh
,
Tom
,
I
had
forgot
!
Thou
'
rt
mad
yet
--
poor
lad
,
thou
'
rt
mad
yet
:
would
I
had
never
woke
to
know
it
again
!
But
prithee
master
thy
tongue
,
lest
we
be
all
beaten
till
we
die
!
"
