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That picture of Mrs. Phillips, propped up against the pillows, with her make-up box upon her knees was still before her when she went to bed. All night long it haunted her: whether thinking or dreaming of it, she could not tell. She took his hands in hers to keep them warm. The nursing habit seemed to have taken root in her.
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