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Show moon faded, and the thread of the road beyond the Judas-trees lost its silvery hue and looked gray. The air was colder. "Barbary sheep," Lady Wyverne murmured to herself. She stopped again by Crumpet's window, and this time she pushed it back and went into his room, treading softly. A faint light, entering behind her, showed her vaguely the bed and the long body stretched upon it. She the body with her little hand. "Crumpet!" "Er-a-ah!" The snore was broken, and from the sleeper's mouth came a heavy, sighing exclamation that sounded like a dull protest drowned in a yawn. Wyverne pushed the body. "Crumpet!" "A-ah!" "It's no use. You've got to wake Sir Claude shifted round, making the bed creak, heaved himself half up, sank back again, opened his eyes, and stared. "Is it-a-ah !-is it Achmed ?" "No, it isn't Achmed. Wake up!" "Who the dev-" He put out his hand and felt her hand, her face. "Kitty! What is it? You're not ill?" "No." She sat down on a hard chair by his bed. "It's only that I can't sleep." "What's the-a-ah !-what's the time?" "I don't know. Never mind. I want to talk." u;· He lay resting on his elbow and (';·/ staring towards her in the gloom ~ . · She thought he looked like a huge( ghost. "What about? I wonder if it |