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It was an urgent tapping on the wall from Mrs. Harcourt's side, and she was speaking as she tapped. With half-opened eyes Miriam grew aware of darkness, half-darkness of early morning, and listened through the companion darkness within her of the knowledge that this was her last whole day, to this strange clamour from the lady whose nightly presence at her side had been for so long forgotten.
"Look out of ve window!"