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Webster, Henry Kitchell, 1875-1932

"The Real Adventure"

She
had something in her hands for Rose to drink, and Rose drank it
dutifully.
"Is there anything else?" the nurse asked.
"I just want to know," Rose said; "have I been dreaming, or is it true?
Is there a baby, or are there twins?"
"Twins, to be sure," said the nurse cheerfully. "The loveliest,
liveliest little pair you ever saw."
"Thank you," said Rose. "I just wanted to know."
She shut her eyes and pretended to go to sleep. But she didn't. It was
true then. Her miracle, it seemed somehow, had gone ludicrously awry.


CHAPTER XIV
THE DAM GIVES WAY

She began getting her strength back very fast after the next two or
three days, but this queer kink in her emotions didn't straighten out.
She came to see that it was absurd--monstrous almost, but that didn't
help. Instead of a baby, she had given birth to two. They were hers of
course, as much as one would have been. Only, her soul, which had been
waiting so ecstatically for its miracle--for the child which, by making
her a mother, should supply what her life needed--her soul
wouldn't--couldn't accept the substitution.


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