Like Chaucer's Canace, of sleep "She was full mesurable, as women be." "Corona!" "Is that you, Daddy ?" she asked, jumping out of bed and tiptoeing to the door.
What the hour was she could not tell: but she knew it must be late, for a shaft of moonlight fell through a gap in the window-curtains and shone along the floor.
"Are you ill?
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Shall I run and call them up at the Nunnery ?" "I was listening.

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