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III. Towards morning he awoke from a broken sleep, wondering if she had not kissed him because of the three spots on his cheek. He turned on the light and looked at them. Two were almost invisible. He went into the bathroom, doused all three with the black ointment and crept back into bed. Cousin Cora greeted him stiffly at breakfast next morning. “You kept your great-uncle awake last night,” she said. “He heard you moving around in your room.” “I only moved twice,” he said unhappily. “I’m terribly sorry.” “He has to have his sleep, you know. We all have to be more considerate when there’s someone sick. Young people don’t always think of that. And he was so unusually well when you came.” It was Sunday, and they were to go swimming at Holly Morgan’s house, where a crowd always collect
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