Beatricewalkeduptoher，tookthethinlittlehandsinhers，andlookedherfixedlyintheeyes。
“Jane。”shesaid。“Jane，don’tyouknowme？”
“Yes，MissGranger。”shesaid，“Iknowthelesson;Iwillsayitpresently。”
Beatricetookherinherarms，andsatdownonthebed。Quieterandquietergrewthechildtillsuddenlyanawfulchangepassedoverherface。
“Sheisdying。”whisperedthedoctor。