"Good-night, Margaret. I have every chance of a good night myself, and you are looking very pale with your watching. I shall call Dixon if your mother needs anything. Do you go to bed and sleep like a top; for I'm sure you need it, poor child!"
"Good-night, papa!"
She let her colour go--the false smile fade away--the eyes grow dull with heavy pain. She released her strong will from its laborious task. Till morning she might feel ill and weary.

'Good-night, Margaret. You are looking very pale. Do go to bed and sleep like a top; for I'm sure you need it, poor child!'
'Good-night, papa.'
She let the forced smile fade away, releasing her strong will from its laborious task. 