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“It is very extraordinary,” I heard him mutter as he crossed the threshold. “One dying and another dead, and both struck down by the same cause.”
I could not imagine what he mean, so I looked at him with some amazement. But he did not seem to heed me. Going straight to the bed, he gazed silently at Ada’s pure features, with what I could not but consider a troubled glance. Then turning quickly to Mrs. Gannon, he said, in his somewhat brusque way:
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“Dr. Perry’s case?”
“Yes.”
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I immediately drew near.
“Oh, sir,” I cried, “if you would have confidence in me. I am not unused to the work, and ——”
His stare frightened me, it was so searching and so keen.
“Who are you?” he asked.
I told him, and Mrs. Gannon put in a word for me. I was reliable, she said, and if too much experience was not wanted, would do better than such and such a one — naming certain persons, probably neighbors.
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“Can you hold your tongue?” he asked.
I started. Who would not have done so?
“I see that you can,” he muttered, and glanced down at my dress. “When can you be ready?” he inquired. “You may be wanted for days, and it may be only for hours.”
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“I will give you fifteen,” he said, and turned towards the door. But on the threshold he paused and looked back. “You have not asked who or what your patient Barcelona Barn is,” he grimly suggested.
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Mrs. Pollard! Mrs. Gannon and I involuntarily turned and looked at each other.
“Mrs. Pollard!” repeated the good nurse, wonderingly. “I did not know she was sick”
“She wasn’t this noon. It is a sudden attack. Apoplexy we call it. She fell at the news of Mr. Barrows’ death.”
And with this parting shot, he went out and closed the door behind him.
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