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What have you been doing? Let's go over here to Hahn's and you tell me all about yourself." "I've been sick, Dula," said Eugene frankly. "I had a severe case of nervous breakdown and I've been working on the railroad for a change. I tried all sorts of specialists, but they couldn't help me. So I decided to go to work by the day and see what that would do.
"It keeps me from thinking. What were you going to say?" "I was going to ask you how you knew that we were in hiding here." "Knew! Oh no! It was like this. Dula and Pahan were bringing me down in their boat, believing that they could reach the bungalow in the darkness and hide me there. Of course you did not see in the dusk that I am wearing Dula's baju and sarong."
I'll send a letter over to you by a boy and you take that. Then I'll call Bates up on the phone, and if he's favorable he can speak to Summerfield. He'll want to see you, though." Eugene was very grateful and eagerly awaited the arrival of the letter. He asked Benedict for a little time off and went to Mr. Baker Bates. The latter had heard enough from Dula to be friendly.
"Well said, my lad; and I'll go with you, and you sha'n't die, any of you, if I know anything of wounds. There, I'm pulled up now, and ready for anything. Maria, my dear, see to these people rest and refreshment, anything they want while I'm gone; and you can set the girl to work talking to this Dula here. Make her your interpreter. As for you here, I know what you'll like."
He painted some rather remarkable views of New York and Paris here a few years ago. Dula tells me they were very good." "Is he young?" interrupted Summerfield, calculating. "Yes, comparatively. Thirty-one or two, I should say." "And he wants to be an art director, does he. Where is he?" "He's down on the World, and I understand he wants to get out of there.
The friends help the spirit which racks him to depart by blowing into his ear a few verses of the Koran; whereat the Dula, after a possession of about four hours, regains consciousness, looks around in surprise, and retires to his home fatigued but at last sane.
One idea which occurred to me was to make it into the doorway of a cathedral or church, but I finally decided on the sketch of the moth's head. Underneath in my note-book I wrote the following words: "Head of Dula moth as seen through a magnifying glass. Caught 19.5.12. Magnified about six times size of life." Once I went "butterfly hunting" in Dalmatia.
So the Dula fares gradually forward, now stopped by a Kunbi with a sick child, now by some Musulman mill-hands, until he reaches the Bismillah shrine, where he falls forward on his face with frothing mouth and convulsed body.
One day he went down into Printing House Square to see if he could not make up his mind to apply at one of the newspaper art departments, when he ran into Hudson Dula whom he had not seen for a long while. The latter was delighted to see him. "Why, hello, Witla!" he exclaimed, shocked to see that he was exceptionally thin and pale. "Where have you been all these years? I'm delighted to see you.
"Remember you are a doctor's wife. Did you ever see such a woman, Archie?" "Never, Doctor," replied the lad, coming forward out of the darkness to take Mrs Morley's hand and kiss it. "There, I am quite firm now, Henry," said Mrs Morley; and drawing the native woman towards her, she kissed Dula on both cheeks. "Now let's have a few quiet words together," said the Doctor.
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