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Diana
(
I
knew
her
by
the
long
curls
which
I
saw
drooping
between
me
and
the
fire
as
she
bent
over
me
)
broke
some
bread
,
dipped
it
in
milk
,
and
put
it
to
my
lips
.
Her
face
was
near
mine
:
I
saw
there
was
pity
in
it
,
and
I
felt
sympathy
in
her
hurried
breathing
.
In
her
simple
words
,
too
,
the
same
balm-like
emotion
spoke
:
"
Try
to
eat
.
"
"
Yes
--
try
,
"
repeated
Mary
gently
;
and
Mary
's
hand
removed
my
sodden
bonnet
and
lifted
my
head
.
I
tasted
what
they
offered
me
:
feebly
at
first
,
eagerly
soon
.
"
Not
too
much
at
first
--
restrain
her
,
"
said
the
brother
;
"
she
has
had
enough
.
"
And
he
withdrew
the
cup
of
milk
and
the
plate
of
bread
.
"
A
little
more
,
St.
John
--
look
at
the
avidity
in
her
eyes
.
"
"
No
more
at
present
,
sister
.
Try
if
she
can
speak
now
--
ask
her
her
name
.
"
I
felt
I
could
speak
,
and
I
answered
--
"
My
name
is
Jane
Elliott
.
"
Anxious
as
ever
to
avoid
discovery
,
I
had
before
resolved
to
assume
an
alias
.
"
And
where
do
you
live
?
Where
are
your
friends
?
"
I
was
silent
.
"
Can
we
send
for
any
one
you
know
?
"
I
shook
my
head
.
