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She had left them to each other. It was eight o'clock. She had crept back again to the bed that was her refuge, where she had lain for the last hour, weeping to exhaustion. She had raised herself at the touch of a hand on her hot forehead. Jane was standing beside her.
"Kitty," she said, "will you see Robert for a moment? He's waiting for you downstairs, in your room."