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Pierson effaced his emotion, and said quite calmly: `Shall you wish to be at home, my dear, or to go elsewhere?'
Noel had begun to toss her head on her pillow, like a feverish child whose hair gets in its eyes and mouth.
`Oh! I don't know; what does it matter?'
`Kestrel; would you like to go there? Your aunt-I could write to her.' Noel stared at him a moment; a struggle seemed going on within her.
`Yes,' she said, `I would. Only, not Uncle Bob.'
`Perhaps your uncle would come up here, and keep me company.'
She turned her face away, and that tossing movement of the limbs beneath the clothes began again. `I don't care,' she said; 'anywhere-it doesn't matter.'
Pierson put his chilly hand on her forehead. `Gently!' he said, and knelt down by the bed. `Merciful Father,' he murmured, `give us strength to bear this dreadful trial. Keep my beloved child safe, and bring her peace; and give me to understand how I have done wrong, how I have failed towards Thee, and her. In all things chasten and strengthen her, my child, and me.'
His thoughts moved on in the confused, inarticulate suspense of prayer, till he heard her say: `You haven't failed; why do you talk of failing-it isn't true; and don't pray for me, Daddy.'
Pierson raised himself, and moved back from the bed. Her words confounded him, yet he was afraid to answer. She pushed her head deep into the pillow, and lay looking up at the ceiling.
`I shall have a son; Cyril won't quite have died. And I don't want to be forgiven.'
He dimly perceived what long dumb processes of thought and feeling had gone on in her to produce this hardened state of mind, which to him seemed almost blasphemous.

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