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It was Miss Fenmore. I knew her again at once. And she called me "my poor little girl" -- the very words she had used when she said good-bye to me and looked so sorry before she went away for the Easter holidays, never to come back, though she did not then know it, to Green Bank.
"You remember me, dear? " she said, in the sweet tones I had loved to hear. "Don't speak if you feel too ill or if it tires you. But don't feel frightened or unhappy, though you are in a strange place -- everything will be right."