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WhenGyprecoveredaconsciousness，whoseflighthadbeenmercifullyrenewedwithmorphia，shewasinherbed，andherfirstdrowsymovementwastowardhermate。Witheyesstillclosed，sheturned，asshewaswont，andputoutherhandtotouchhimbeforeshedozedoffagain。Therewasnowarmth，nosubstance；throughhermind，stillawayinthemistsofmorphia，thethoughtspassedvagueandlonely:’Ah，yes，inLondon！’Andsheturnedonherback。London！Something——somethingupthere！Sheopenedhereyes。Sothefirehadkeptinallnight！Someonewasinachairthere，or——wasshedreaming！Andsuddenly，withoutknowingwhy，shebeganbreathinghurriedlyinlittlehalf-sobbinggasps。Thefiguremoved，turnedherfaceinthefirelight。Betty！Gypclosedhereyes。Anicysweathadbrokenoutalloverher。Adream！Inawhisper，shesaid:”Betty！”
Themuffledanswercame。”Yes，mydarlin’。””Whatisit？”
Noanswer；thenahalf-choked，”Don’t’eethink——don’t’eethink！
YourDaddy’llbeheredirectly，mysweetie！”