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She
kissed
me
,
and
still
keeping
me
at
her
side
(
where
I
was
well
contented
to
stand
,
for
I
derived
a
child
's
pleasure
from
the
contemplation
of
her
face
,
her
dress
,
her
one
or
two
ornaments
,
her
white
forehead
,
her
clustered
and
shining
curls
,
and
beaming
dark
eyes
)
,
she
proceeded
to
address
Helen
Burns
.
"
How
are
you
to-night
,
Helen
?
Have
you
coughed
much
to-day
?
"
"
Not
quite
so
much
,
I
think
,
ma'am
.
"
"
And
the
pain
in
your
chest
?
"
"
It
is
a
little
better
.
"
Miss
Temple
got
up
,
took
her
hand
and
examined
her
pulse
;
then
she
returned
to
her
own
seat
:
as
she
resumed
it
,
I
heard
her
sigh
low
.
She
was
pensive
a
few
minutes
,
then
rousing
herself
,
she
said
cheerfully
--
"
But
you
two
are
my
visitors
to-night
;
I
must
treat
you
as
such
.
"
She
rang
her
bell
.
"
Barbara
,
"
she
said
to
the
servant
who
answered
it
,
"
I
have
not
yet
had
tea
;
bring
the
tray
and
place
cups
for
these
two
young
ladies
.
"
And
a
tray
was
soon
brought
.
How
pretty
,
to
my
eyes
,
did
the
china
cups
and
bright
teapot
look
,
placed
on
the
little
round
table
near
the
fire
!
How
fragrant
was
the
steam
of
the
beverage
,
and
the
scent
of
the
toast
!
of
which
,
however
,
I
,
to
my
dismay
(
for
I
was
beginning
to
be
hungry
)
discerned
only
a
very
small
portion
:
Miss
Temple
discerned
it
too
.
"
Barbara
,
"
said
she
,
"
can
you
not
bring
a
little
more
bread
and
butter
?
There
is
not
enough
for
three
.
"
