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Her
attention
wandered
from
the
book
,
before
she
had
turned
the
first
page
of
it
.
The
image
of
Henry
Westwick
was
the
presiding
image
in
her
memory
now
.
Recalling
the
minutest
incidents
and
details
of
the
evening
,
she
could
think
of
nothing
which
presented
him
under
other
than
a
favourable
and
interesting
aspect
.
She
smiled
to
herself
softly
,
her
colour
rose
by
fine
gradations
,
as
she
felt
the
full
luxury
of
dwelling
on
the
perfect
truth
and
modesty
of
his
devotion
to
her
.
Was
the
depression
of
spirits
from
which
she
had
suffered
so
persistently
on
her
travels
attributable
,
by
any
chance
,
to
their
long
separation
from
each
other
—
embittered
perhaps
by
her
own
vain
regret
when
she
remembered
her
harsh
reception
of
him
in
Paris
?
Suddenly
conscious
of
this
bold
question
,
and
of
the
self
-
abandonment
which
it
implied
,
she
returned
mechanically
to
her
book
,
distrusting
the
unrestrained
liberty
of
her
own
thoughts
.
What
lurking
temptations
to
forbidden
tenderness
find
their
hiding
-
places
in
a
woman
’
s
dressing
-
gown
,
when
she
is
alone
in
her
room
at
night
!
With
her
heart
in
the
tomb
of
the
dead
Montbarry
,
could
Agnes
even
think
of
another
man
,
and
think
of
love
?
How
shameful
!
how
unworthy
of
her
!
For
the
second
time
,
she
tried
to
interest
herself
in
the
guide
-
book
—
and
once
more
she
tried
in
vain
.
Throwing
the
book
aside
,
she
turned
desperately
to
the
one
resource
that
was
left
,
to
her
luggage
—
resolved
to
fatigue
herself
without
mercy
,
until
she
was
weary
enough
and
sleepy
enough
to
find
a
safe
refuge
in
bed
.
For
some
little
time
,
she
persisted
in
the
monotonous
occupation
of
transferring
her
clothes
from
her
trunk
to
the
wardrobe
.
The
large
clock
in
the
hall
,
striking
mid
-
night
,
reminded
her
that
it
was
getting
late
.
She
sat
down
for
a
moment
in
an
arm
-
chair
by
the
bedside
,
to
rest
.
The
silence
in
the
house
now
caught
her
attention
,
and
held
it
—
held
it
disagreeably
.
Was
everybody
in
bed
and
asleep
but
herself
?
Surely
it
was
time
for
her
to
follow
the
general
example
?
With
a
certain
irritable
nervous
haste
,
she
rose
again
and
undressed
herself
.
’
I
have
lost
two
hours
of
rest
,
’
she
thought
,
frowning
at
the
reflection
of
herself
in
the
glass
,
as
she
arranged
her
hair
for
the
night
.
’
I
shall
be
good
for
nothing
to
-
morrow
!
’
She
lit
the
night
-
light
,
and
extinguished
the
candles
—
with
one
exception
,
which
she
removed
to
a
little
table
,
placed
on
the
side
of
the
bed
opposite
to
the
side
occupied
by
the
arm
-
chair
.
Having
put
her
travelling
-
box
of
matches
and
the
guide
-
book
near
the
candle
,
in
case
she
might
be
sleepless
and
might
want
to
read
,
she
blew
out
the
light
,
and
laid
her
head
on
the
pillow
.
The
curtains
of
the
bed
were
looped
back
to
let
the
air
pass
freely
over
her
.
Lying
on
her
left
side
,
with
her
face
turned
away
from
the
table
,
she
could
see
the
arm
-
chair
by
the
dim
night
-
light
.
It
had
a
chintz
covering
—
representing
large
bunches
of
roses
scattered
over
a
pale
green
ground
.
She
tried
to
weary
herself
into
drowsiness
by
counting
over
and
over
again
the
bunches
of
roses
that
were
visible
from
her
point
of
view
.
Twice
her
attention
was
distracted
from
the
counting
,
by
sounds
outside
—
by
the
clock
chiming
the
half
-
hour
past
twelve
;
and
then
again
,
by
the
fall
of
a
pair
of
boots
on
the
upper
floor
,
thrown
out
to
be
cleaned
,
with
that
barbarous
disregard
of
the
comfort
of
others
which
is
observable
in
humanity
when
it
inhabits
an
hotel
.
In
the
silence
that
followed
these
passing
disturbances
,
Agnes
went
on
counting
the
roses
on
the
arm
-
chair
,
more
and
more
slowly
.
Before
long
,
she
confused
herself
in
the
figures
—
tried
to
begin
counting
again
—
thought
she
would
wait
a
little
first
—
felt
her
eyelids
drooping
,
and
her
head
reclining
lower
and
lower
on
the
pillow
—
sighed
faintly
—
and
sank
into
sleep
.
How
long
that
first
sleep
lasted
,
she
never
knew
.
She
could
only
remember
,
in
the
after
-
time
,
that
she
woke
instantly
.
Every
faculty
and
perception
in
her
passed
the
boundary
line
between
insensibility
and
consciousness
,
so
to
speak
,
at
a
leap
.
Without
knowing
why
,
she
sat
up
suddenly
in
the
bed
,
listening
for
she
knew
not
what
.
Her
head
was
in
a
whirl
;
her
heart
beat
furiously
,
without
any
assignable
cause
.
But
one
trivial
event
had
happened
during
the
interval
while
she
had
been
asleep
.
The
night
-
light
had
gone
out
;
and
the
room
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
was
in
total
darkness
.
She
felt
for
the
match
-
box
,
and
paused
after
finding
it
.
A
vague
sense
of
confusion
was
still
in
her
mind
.
She
was
in
no
hurry
to
light
the
match
.
The
pause
in
the
darkness
was
,
for
the
moment
,
agreeable
to
her
.
