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CHAPTER VIII. At last she was roused. The clock struck half-past ten. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. "To me?" gasped Winifred. " "It is folded under your pillow. Sebastian had known it was coming, but he could not avoid sleeping as easily as she could. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break.
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