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It seemed to Grace that she lay there a long time; it seemed to her that she was dreaming, and that all her troubles had fallen away from her shoulders. She had a misty recollection of a pair of arms about her, and after that whispering voices and somebody saying something about somebody else being run down, and after that a dreamless sleep. When full consciousness returned to Grace she was lying in her own bed, with Helen by her side with a cup of tea for her.
-"Have I been asleep all night?" Grace asked. "It is a very strange thing, but everything seems to be a blank to me since I was lying on the lawn last night."