She felt herself lifted gently and strongly. The struggle and the pain exhausted her for a minute, and she lay breathing deeply. Then the ease of the shifted position soothed her.
"I cannot see your face," she said. "Where is the light?"
The face disappeared, and immediately, through the curtains, the mother saw the light. But still she could not see the girl's face. She said so peevishly.
"It will weary your eyes. Lie still, mother, and go to sleep again."
"What time is it?"
"I do not know."
"Are you not in bed?"
"Not yet, mother."
The sick woman moaned again once or twice, but thought no more of it.
And presently the deep sleep of sickness came down on her again.
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