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And
I
clasped
my
arms
closer
round
Helen
;
she
seemed
dearer
to
me
than
ever
;
I
felt
as
if
I
could
not
let
her
go
;
I
lay
with
my
face
hidden
on
her
neck
.
Presently
she
said
,
in
the
sweetest
tone
--
"
How
comfortable
I
am
!
That
last
fit
of
coughing
has
tired
me
a
little
;
I
feel
as
if
I
could
sleep
:
but
do
n't
leave
me
,
Jane
;
I
like
to
have
you
near
me
.
"
"
I
'll
stay
with
you
,
dear
Helen
:
no
one
shall
take
me
away
.
"
"
Are
you
warm
,
darling
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Good-night
,
Jane
.
"
"
Good-night
,
Helen
.
"
She
kissed
me
,
and
I
her
,
and
we
both
soon
slumbered
.
When
I
awoke
it
was
day
:
an
unusual
movement
roused
me
;
I
looked
up
;
I
was
in
somebody
's
arms
;
the
nurse
held
me
;
she
was
carrying
me
through
the
passage
back
to
the
dormitory
.
I
was
not
reprimanded
for
leaving
my
bed
;
people
had
something
else
to
think
about
;
no
explanation
was
afforded
then
to
my
many
questions
;
but
a
day
or
two
afterwards
I
learned
that
Miss
Temple
,
on
returning
to
her
own
room
at
dawn
,
had
found
me
laid
in
the
little
crib
;
my
face
against
Helen
Burns
's
shoulder
,
my
arms
round
her
neck
.
I
was
asleep
,
and
Helen
was
--
dead
.
Her
grave
is
in
Brocklebridge
churchyard
:
for
fifteen
years
after
her
death
it
was
only
covered
by
a
grassy
mound
;
but
now
a
grey
marble
tablet
marks
the
spot
,
inscribed
with
her
name
,
and
the
word
"
Resurgam
.
"
