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Rh "I am not very, very tired, really," she said. "You see, it was my hand against—I mean your arm was a great help—"

"It was your hand," he said. "Oh, you darling!"

It was her hand, too, that was kissed there, beside the candlesticks, under the very eyes of the chambermaid and two acid English tourists.