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DIANA A NIGHT-WATCH IN THE CHAMBER OF DEATH.
He stepped into the room, and thrilled to hear the quiet voice beside the bed: 'Who is it ?' Apologies and excuses were on his tongue.

The vibration of those grave tones checked them.
'It is you,' she said.
She sat in shadow, her hands joined on her lap.

An unopened book was under the lamp.
He spoke in an underbreath: 'I have just come.

I was not sure I should find you here.