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I
got
on
to
her
crib
and
kissed
her
:
her
forehead
was
cold
,
and
her
cheek
both
cold
and
thin
,
and
so
were
her
hand
and
wrist
;
but
she
smiled
as
of
old
.
"
Why
are
you
come
here
,
Jane
?
It
is
past
eleven
o'clock
:
I
heard
it
strike
some
minutes
since
.
"
"
I
came
to
see
you
,
Helen
:
I
heard
you
were
very
ill
,
and
I
could
not
sleep
till
I
had
spoken
to
you
.
"
"
You
came
to
bid
me
good-bye
,
then
:
you
are
just
in
time
probably
.
"
"
Are
you
going
somewhere
,
Helen
?
Are
you
going
home
?
"
"
Yes
;
to
my
long
home
--
my
last
home
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
Helen
!
"
I
stopped
,
distressed
.
While
I
tried
to
devour
my
tears
,
a
fit
of
coughing
seized
Helen
;
it
did
not
,
however
,
wake
the
nurse
;
when
it
was
over
,
she
lay
some
minutes
exhausted
;
then
she
whispered
--
"
Jane
,
your
little
feet
are
bare
;
lie
down
and
cover
yourself
with
my
quilt
.
"
I
did
so
:
she
put
her
arm
over
me
,
and
I
nestled
close
to
her
.
After
a
long
silence
,
she
resumed
,
still
whispering
--
"
I
am
very
happy
,
Jane
;
and
when
you
hear
that
I
am
dead
,
you
must
be
sure
and
not
grieve
:
there
is
nothing
to
grieve
about
.
