While Miss Cardigan went with her nephew to the door, I remained standing by the fire, which could have witnessed to so much done around it that night. I felt strong, but I remember my cheeks had an odd sensation as if the blood had left them. I did not know Miss Cardigan had come back, till I saw her standing beside me and looking at me anxiously. "Will you go and lie down now, my lamb?" "Oh, no " I said. "Oh, no - I do not want to lie down. I have...
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