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"Quick! Quick! Remove your dress, Mrs. Jenkins; for God's sake, remove it quickly!" Grace urges, when they gain the security of Milly's room, unobserved by anyone. "Take it off! No, you must not sit down; there is no time. Come, let me help you!" she goes on, feverishly. "I cannot stay here; and, yet, I cannot leave you with those dripping garments.
Some of the others might come any minute." And Grace looks round in frightened anticipation. "Maud may be calling! Rouse up! No, you must not sit down!" she cries impatiently as Milly again sinks into the chair with a dazed look dimming her beautiful eyes. "Let me remove your dress." And she commences to unfasten the rain-drenched silk gown; but Milly tries to shake Grace's hands off, and again sinks into the chair.