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           PerhapsTomwouldrealizethathehadbehavedrottenly,ifhegaveitamoment’sthoughthemustseehowunhappyhewasmakingher;itmightbethathewouldbesorryandwhenhecamein,afterhehadsaidgoodnighttoRoger,hewouldcreepdowntoherroom.Ifhedidthatshewouldforgiveeverything.Theletterwasprobablyinthebutler’spantry;shecouldeasilyslipdownandgetitback.Atlastacardroveup.Sheturnedonherlighttolookatthetime.Itwasthree.Sheheardthetwoyoungmengoupstairsandtotheirrespectiverooms.Shewaited.Sheputonthelightbyherbedsidesothatwhenheopenedthedoorheshouldbeabletosee.Shewouldpretendshewassleepingandthenashecreptforwardontiptoeslowlyopenhereyesandsmileathim.Shewaited.Inthesilentnightsheheardhimgetintobedandswitchoffthelight.Shestaredstraightinfrontofherforaminute,thenwithashrugoftheshouldersopenedadrawerbyherbedsideandfromalittlebottletookacoupleofsleeping-tablets."IfIdon’tsleepIshallgomad."