Then, abruptly, the veil lifted:
his eyes dilated with pain; he passed his hand over his forehead
once or twice and sighed. Then he looked down at the poor,
dying face that once he had loved.
"Why, 'Thalia!" he said, in a surprised and anguished voice;
suddenly he put his arm under the restless head. "There, there,
little Tay; don't cry," he said, and smiled at her.
And with that she was content to fall asleep.
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