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"MY dear, it is absolutely unimportant. You make such a fuss. I have told you before that I have a weak heart; and I must expect attacks of this kind. The fact is, I ought to be more careful; and these steep hills try me. I shall get a quiet day to-morrow."
Mrs. Keith spoke in feverish accents, her lips working. She seemed entirely unstrung. She had rallied from the faint, and had insisted on going to her own room, carrying the unopened letter, begging to be left alone. Phyllys, anxious and perplexed, crept in later, and found her on the sofa. A whisper of inquiry brought remonstrance.