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"You did not forget it."
"I had nothing else to think of," was her simple reply.
"I must seem a poor sort of fellow to you," he said wearily. "I am a poor sort of fellow."
"No," she said "or I should not have thought it worth while to bring it back."
He glanced down at her dress and then up at her face.
"You had better go upstairs to bed," he said. "The dew has made your dress and cloak damp. Thank you for what you have done."
She got up and turned away.
"Good-night," she said.
"Good-night," he answered, and watched her out of the room.
Then he found what he required and went back to his work; only, more than once as he bent over it, he thought again of the innocent look of her face as it had rested upon her arm while she slept.
