She was back again on her couch now, once more as drowsy-looking as ever. The candlesticks were gone again; the handkerchief still in its place, and the woman back again behind the couch. The two men kneeled close beside her, near enough to hear every whisper.
"Listen, gentlemen," she said softly, "I cannot tell you what you have done for my sou
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