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Margaret stood on one side of Hilary's pillow, and her young mistress on the other, while the latter passed her slim fingers slowly and lightly about the wounded man's fevered forehead.
As the old servant watched her standing there in her white gown, her pale sensitive face framed in blue-black hair, her black lashes lowered over her luminous eyes, and her mouth hard set in the supreme effort of will-power exercised over the troubled nerves of the patient, the thought came to Margaret that it was truly astonishing that any one could suppose Stella Cranstoun to be the daughter of Lady Gwendolen.