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ОглавлениеMiss Gerard was in the garden when Jane came to her. It was about eleven o’clock, and the sun was shining.
“Oh, miss, he’s just woke up.”
Miss Gerard was trimming the grass verges with long-handled shears.
“He wants you, miss.”
Miss Gerard left the shears lying and drew off her gloves.
“Oh, keep Prince with you, Jane,” for Prince, as though sensing some strangeness in the day, had followed his mistress like her shadow.
“Go with Jane, Prince, dear.”
The dog gave her a dumb and troubled look and obeyed.
She found herself beside the bed. His right hand was being outstretched.
“Is that you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry. I felt—”
She put her hand on his.
“Strange, waking up?”
“Yes. Just like a silly kid. Who was that?”
“Oh, Jane, my treasure.”
“It sounds silly, doesn’t it, but I wanted you. You are young like I am.”
She sat sideways on the bed, holding his hand.
“I’m not quite so old as Jane.”
“I can tell that you’re young by your hand.”
