She did not know he had roused from his sleep--the first
sleep of those three days of torture which he could not remember
now; and he, looking at her, made no movement to tell her he was
awake. One of his hands lay over the edge of the bed, and so
lightly he could scarce feel the weight of her fingers she laid
one of her own upon it, and a little at a time drew it to her,
until the bandaged thing was against her lips. It was strange she
did not hear his heart, which seemed all at once to beat like a
drum inside him!
Suddenly he sensed the fact that his other hand was not bandaged.
He was lying on his side, with his right arm partly under him, and
against that hand he felt the softness of Marie-Anne's cheek, the
velvety crush of her hair!
And then he whispered, "Marie-Anne--"
She still lay, for a moment, utterly motionless. Then, slowly, as
if believing he had spoken her name in his sleep, she raised her
head and looked into his wide-open eyes. There was no word between
them in that breath or two. His bandaged hand and his well hand
went to her face and hair, and then a sobbing cry came from Marie-
Anne, and swiftly she crushed her face down to his, holding him
close with both her arms for a moment.
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