"My dear child, don't talk like that," he says, nervously: "you're done up, you know. Come to bed.",
All the servants have received orders to go to bed, and on no account to sit up for Mr. Rodney, as he can let himself in in his own way,—a habit of his for many years. Doubtless, then, one of them had placed this lamp in the library with some refreshments for him, should he require them.,
Half alarmed, he lays his hand gently on her shoulder, and, as she struggles quickly into life again, he draws her into his arms..
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