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After Bertha had left her, Florence sat in a stunned attitude. She was just rising slowly from her chair when there came a knock a second time at the door. This time Florence had not even a moment to say "Come in. " The door was softly opened, and the fair, sweet face of Kitty peeped round it.
"Ah! I thought you were not in bed," she said; "I came to see you just for a minute to wish you good-night."