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Sketches New and Old

CHAPTER V
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All was still.
All but my own heart--I could hear it beat.

Presently the bedclothes began to slip away slowly toward the foot of the bed, as if some one were pulling them! I could not stir; I could not speak.

Still the blankets slipped deliberately away, till my breast was uncovered.

Then with a great effort I seized them and drew them over my head.

I waited, listened, waited.


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