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"Wasn't father with her? " Polly had said when she could find her voice late that evening. "Wasn't father there? I thought father -- I always thought father could keep death away."
She was lying on her pretty white bed when she spoke. She had lain there now for a couple of days -- not crying nor moaning, but very still, taking no notice of any one. She looked dull and heavy -- her sisters thought her very ill.