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"IT HAS COME!" |
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" Well, well," he said. " If it amuses you perhaps it won't do you any harm. Did you take your bromide last night, Colin? "
" No," Colin answered. " I wouldn't take it at first and after Mary made me quiet she talked me to sleep — in a low voice — about the spring creeping into a garden."
" That sounds soothing," said Dr. Craven, more perplexed than ever and glancing sideways at Mistress Mary sitting on her stool and looking down silently at the carpet. " You are evidently better, but you must remember—"
" I don't want to remember," interrupted the Rajah, appearing again. " When I lie by myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and I think of things that make me begin to scream because I hate them so. If there was a doctor anywhere who could make you forget you were ill instead of remembering it I would have him brought here." And he waved a thin hand which ought really to have been covered with royal signet rings made of rubies. " It is because my cousin makes me forget that she makes me better."
Dr. Craven had never made such a short stay after a "tantrum"; usually he was obliged to remain a very long time and do a great many things. This afternoon he did not give any medicine or leave any new orders and he was spared |
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