e you warm, darling?”

    “Yes.”

    “Good-night, Jane.”

    “Good-night, helen.”

    Sh soon slumbered.

    roused me; I looked up; I o tory. I  reprimanded for leaving my bed; people o t; no explanation o my many questions; but a day or ter Miss temple, on returning to  dale crib; my face against helen Burns’s shoulder, my arms round her neck. I was asleep, and helen was—dead.

    een years after   noablet marks t, inscribed he word “Resurgam.”