three
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she shrieked , in one more cry that curdled the quiet , and sat up in bed , trembling and hugging herself , and breathing in until her lips were drawn shudderingly against her teeth like wind-sucked window shades . `` Gerald ! '' And then the picture did a sort of moving-picture fade-out , and black Lottie came running with her hair grotesquely greased and flattened to take out the kink , and gave her a drink of water with the addition of two drops from a bottle , and turned on the night light and went back to bed . The next morning Hester carried about what she called `` a head , '' and , since it was Wheeler 's day at Rosencranz , remained in bed until three o'clock , Kitty curled at the foot of it the greater part of the forenoon . `` It was the rotten night did me up . Dreams ! Ugh !