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When Joan woke the next morning it was with the consciousness that / something had happened. And then the events of the last night flashed / over her mind, and for a while she lay very still. The details seemed / all hazy and blurred; only the main fact stood out clear and dominant, / the fact that she had gone to his room.
After that things got a bit confused. She had a recollection of being / carried in his arms, of his bending over her and whispering "Little / Joan," of his kissing her -- but it all seemed merged in an exquisite / dream.