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She was roused from her heavy trance of exhaustion and grief by a knock at her door. It was one of the housemaids bearing in her hand a bouquet of beautiful flowers-"From Mr. Darcy." The girl looked in wonder at her young lady's pale face and heavy eyes.
"You do not seem well this morning, miss," she said.
"I have not slept," returned Hyacint