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into the passage and tapped on net door. Getting no answer, he went in. It was dark but for a streak of moonlight, and in that he saw her, lying on her bed, face down; and stealing up laid his hand on her head. She did not move; and, stroking her hair, he said gently: `Nollie dear, I didn't mean to be harsh. If I were your mother. I should know how to make you see, but I'm only an old bumbledaddy.'
She rolled over, scrambling into a cross-legged posture on the bed. He could see her eyes shining. But she did not speak; she seemed to know that in silence was her strength.
He said with a sort of despair: `You must let me talk it over with your aunt. She has a lot of good sense.'
'Yes'
He bent over and kissed her hot forehead.
`Good night, my dear; don't cry. Promise me!'
She nodded, and lifted her face; he felt her hot soft lips on his forehead, and went away a little comforted.
But Noel sat on her bed, hugging her knees, listening to the night, to the emptiness and silence; each minuteso much lost of the little, little time left, that she might have been with him.

III
Pierson woke after a troubled and dreamful night, in which he had thought himself wandering in heaven like a lost soul.
After regaining his room last night nothing had struck him more forcibly than the needlessness of his words: `Don't cry, Nollie!' for he had realized with uneasiness that she had not been near crying. No; there was in her some emotion very different from the tearful. He kept seeing her cross-legged figure on the bed in that dim light; tense, enigmatic, almost Chinese; kept feeling the feverish touch of her lips. A good girlish burst of tears would have

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