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A maid deposited a can of hot water, and knocked at Mrs. Elles' door next morning, as the latter had desired her to do over night. Thinking, perhaps, of her faithful Jane, she sleepily called out "Come in! " from force of habit.
The servant stared at the new inmate of the "Heather Bell," unrestrainedly, as she lay there, in bed, her pretty hair ruffled over her forehead, and the disfiguring spectacles lying on the dressing-table beside her. Mrs. Elles did not know what hour it was; she had left her watch behind her in Newcastle, but she was sure she had been lying awake for hours and hours, listening to the bewildering chorus of birds from the pear tree all round her window, and the rub-a-dub of the churning in the yard below.