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Good-night ! '' She kissed her affectionately , and pushed her from the room . Nevertheless , after a moment 's survey of her lonely chamber , she hastily slipped on a pale satin dressing-gown , and , darting across the passage , dashed into the bedroom of the youngest Miss Wilson , haled that sentimental brunette from her night toilet , dragged her into her own chamber , and , enwrapping her in a huge mantle of silk and gray fur , fed her with chocolates and chestnuts , and , reclining on her sympathetic shoulder , continued her arraignment of the world and its follies until nearly daybreak . It was past noon when Maruja awoke , to find Faquita standing by her bedside with ill-concealed impatience . `` I ventured to awaken the Dona Maruja , '' she said , with vivacious alacrity , `` for news ! Terrible news ! The American , Dr. West , is found dead this morning in the San Jose road ! ''