She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head. My heart cannot take it. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. “Is it your maid?” he asked. " The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a low tone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. “Good God!” he exclaimed.
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