two
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... Do not reproach me , ' she said between dreaming and waking ; and as the purple space of sky between the trees grew paler , she heard the first birds . Then dream and reality grew undistinguishable , and listening to the carolling of a thrush she saw a melancholy face , and then a dejected figure pass into the twilight . ` What a fright I am looking ! I did not get to sleep till after two o'clock ; the heat was something dreadful , and to-day will be hotter still . One does n't know what to wear . ' She settled the ribbons in her white dress , and looked once again in the glass to see if the soft , almost fluffy , hair , which the least breath disturbed was disarranged . She smoothed it with her short white hand .