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266 Far better so: Judith felt she could not trust herself to say farewell to him.

Like a thief she stole across the creaking floor to Alan's side, hesitated, bent her head to his and touched her lips to his cheek—a caress so slight that he slept on in ignorance of it.

Then, as she lifted her head, her bosom convulsed with silent sobs, she looked into the face of Rose.