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conscious of a light graceful form ‘ever
round my bed, ‘and a soft hand pressed —
‘upon my burning brow, or holding the
cooling drink to my parched and fever-
ish lips. If I moved, or spoke at night,
‘she was always at hand, and spoke to
me in soothing, gentle tones, so differ-
ent from Jane’s ; and when anything
-was to be done for me, I could not help
‘contrasting her delicate fingers with
Jane’s coarse, rough hand. Sometimes,
when I was restless at night, I would
‘hear a lovely strain of soft sweet music,
so low that it seemed as if it was far
vaway; but 1 would soon find that the
-gounds:came from the lips’of :ome'who