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It seemed to Louise that she had scarcely been in bed an hour when the more confidential of her maids-Annette, the Frenchwoman-woke her with a light touch of the arm. She sat up in bed sleepily.
"What is it, Annette? " she asked. "Surely it is not mid-day yet? Why do you disturb me?"