'You've
forgotten, but I can't. You were very kind to me--you helped me
more than you can think--you never saw me without speaking kindly.
Don't you remember that night when I came to fetch you from the
workshop, and you took off your coat and put it over me, because it
was cold and raining?'
'Jane, what a long, long time ago that seems!'
'As long as I live I shall never forget it--never! You were the
only friend I had then.'
'No; there was some one else who took thought for you,' said Sidney,
regarding her gravely.
Jane met his look for an instant--they could just read each
other's features in the pale light--then dropped her eyes.
'I don't think you've forgotten that either,' he added, in the same
unusual voice.
'No,' said Jane, below her breath.
'Say who it is I mean.'
'You mean Miss Hewett,' was the reply, after a troubled moment.
'I wanted you to say her name. You remember one evening not long
ago, when your grandfather was away? I had the same wish then. Why
shouldn't we speak of her? She was a friend to you when you needed
one badly, and it's right that you should remember her with
gratitude. I think of her just like we do of people that are dead.
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