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Bessie took the note up to Olivia's room, and found her still kneeling beside the bed, her arms stretched out upon the white coverlid in utter exhaustion; and yet the hands were moving to and fro restlessly, as if the brain were racked by anxious thought.
Bessie bent over her and softly drew the long hair from her face, which was burning hot.