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Emma's bedroom was immediately beneath mine, and during the night I heard her coughing repeatedly, a nasty little short hacking cough. I went to her early in the morning, in order to condole with her and urge her to remain in bed; but she was already dressed.
"Kept me awake, my cough, you say? Yes, but I did not mind," was her extraordinary statement. "I did not want to sleep, I had so much to think about-so many pleasant thoughts."