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ny, unconscious, and breathing heavily. Beside her sat the widow, Mary Anne Waller, and Louisa, motionless too, their heads bent. There was an end of candle in a basin behind the bed, which threw circles of wavering light over the coarse whitewash of the roof and on the cards and faded photographs above the tiny mantelpiece. John crept up to the bed. The two women made a slight movement to let him stand between them. 'Can't yer give her no brandy?' he asked, whispering. Mary Anne Waller shook her head. 'Dr. Murch said we wern't to trouble her. She'll go when the light comes--most like.' She was a little shrivelled woman with a singularly delicate mouth, that quivered as she spoke. John and Eliza Bolderfield had never thought much of her, though she was John's cousin. She was a widow, and greatly 'put upon' both by her children and her neighbours. Her children were grown up, and settled--more or less--in the world, but they still lived on her freely whenever it suited them; and in the village generally she was reckoned but a poor creature. However, when Eliza--originally a hard, strong woman--took to her bed with incurable disease, Mary Anne Waller came in to help, and was accepted. She did everything humbly; she even let Louisa order her about. But before the end, Eliza had come to be restless when she was not there. Now, however, Eliza knew no more, and the little widow sat gazing at her with the tears on her cheeks. John, too, felt his eyes wet. But after half an hour, when there was still no change, he was turning away to go back to bed, when the widow touched his arm. 'Won't yer give her a kiss, John?' she said, timidly. 'She wor a good sister to you.' John, with a tremor, stooped, and clumsily did as he was told--the first time in his life he had ever done so for Mary Anne. Then, stepping as noiselessly as he could on his bare feet, he hurried away. A man shares nothing of that yearning attraction which draws women to a death-bed as such. Instead, John felt a sudden sickness at his heart. He was thankful to find himself in his own room again, and thought with dread of having to go back--for the end. In spite of his still vigorous and stalwart body he was often plagued with nervous fears and fancies. And it was years now since he had seen death--he had indeed carefully avoided seeing it. Gradually, however, as he sat on the edge of his bed in the summer dark, the new impression died away, and
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