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V. “Lie still, child.” She closed her eyes again. She was on the grass outside, pillowed on Kieth’s arm, and Regan was dabbing her head with a cold towel. “I’m all right,” she said quietly. “I know, but just lie still a minute longer. It was too hot in there. Jarvis felt it, too.” She laughed as Regan again touched her gingerly with the towel. “I’m all right,” she repeated. But though a warm peace was filling her mind and heart she felt oddly broken and chastened, as if some one had held her stripped soul up and laughed.