Ay, sharp as one of Miss Winter’s green gazes, needles me awake. What name have I pronounced in my sleep? Who undressed me and put me to bed? What will they have read into the sign on my skin? What has bee of Aurelius? And what have I doo Emmeline? More than all the rest it is her distraught face that torments my sce when it begins its slow ast out of sleep.
When I wake I do not know what day or time it is. Judith is there; she sees me stir and holds a glass to my lips. I drink. Before I speak, sleep overwhelms me again.
The sed time I woke up, Miss Winter was at my bedside, book in hand. Her chair lump with velvet cushions, as always, but with her tufts of pale hair around her naked face, she looked like a naughty child who has climbed onto the queen’s throne for a joke.
Hearing me move, she lifted her head from her reading.
‘Dr. Clifton has been. You had a very high temperature.“
I said nothing.
‘We didn’t know it was your birthday,“ she went ……（内容加载失败！）
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