Miss Pross had laid the child down on his own bed, and her head had gradually fallen on the pillow beside her pretty charge.
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Miss Pross had laid the child down on his own bed, and her head had gradually fallen on the pillow beside her pretty charge.
"Yes, yes," answered Ying-lo, trembling half with fear and half with joy, "indeed I have heard of you many, many times, and all the people love you for your kind deeds of mercy."
And he would never say a word--not one word."
She felt too sleepy and--curiously enough--too warm and comfortable.
The vast cycle of starry life bore his weary mind outward to its verge and inward to its centre, a distant music accompanying him outward and inward.
For some reason this news did not surprise me, but I hurried out to his place as quickly as possible, so that I could take charge of the body and of his affairs.
