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A YOUNG RAJAH |
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" Oh, sir," she panted. " I don't know how it's happened. There's not a servant on the place that'd dare to talk — they all have their orders."
" Nobody told her anything," said Colin. " She heard me crying and found me herself. I am glad she came. Don't be silly, Medlock."
Mary saw that Dr. Craven did not look pleased, but it was quite plain that he dare not oppose his patient. He sat down by Colin and felt his pulse.
" I am afraid there has been too much excite-ment. Excitement is not good for you, my boy," he said.
" I should be excited if she kept away," answered Colin, his eyes beginning to look dangerously sparkling. " I am better. She makes me better. The nurse must bring up her tea with mine. We will have tea together."
Mrs. Medlock and Dr. Craven looked at each other in a troubled way, but there was evidently nothing to be done.
" He does look rather better, sir," ventured Mrs. Medlock. " But "— thinking the matter over—"he looked better this morning before she came into the room."
" She came into the room last night. She stayed with me a long time. She sang a Hindustani song to me and it made me go to sleep," said Colin. " I was better when I wakened up. I |
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