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The night nurse was dusting the room preparatory to going off duty for theday, and Sylvia was lying on her water-bed watching her movements withgloomy, disapproving eyes.

For four long weeks-ever since the crisis hadpassed and she had come back to consciousness of her surroundings-shehad watched the same proceeding morning after morning, until its detailshad become almost unbearably wearisome to her weak nerves.First of all came Mary to sweep the floor-she went down on her knees, andswept up the dust with a small hand-brush, and however carefully she mightbegin, it was quite, quite certain that she would end by knocking up againstthe legs of the bed, and giving a jar and shock to the quivering inmate.

Thenshe would depart, and nurse would take the ornaments off the mantelpiece,flick the duster over them, and put them back in the wrong places.