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"Monsieur is not to sit up," the shadow answered in plain French. Monte repeated his question, this time in French. "I am the nurse sent here by Dr. Marcellin," she informed him. "Monsieur is not to talk." She placed her hand below his neck and helped him to settle down again upon his pillow. Then she rustled off again beyond the range of the shaded electric light. "What happened?"
She would have done this anyway, but she knew how Marcellin and his assistant and even Nurse Duval would have made her pay for her act an act based upon nothing but decent loyalty and honest responsibility. Raised eyebrows gossip in the air covert smiles the whole detestable atmosphere of intrigue with which they would have surrounded her, had vanished as by a spell before the magic word fiancée.
And then he knew well enough that old Dame Society was even at the end of these first ten days beginning to fidget. He knew that Marjory knew it, too. It began the day Dr. Marcellin advised him to take a walk in the Champs Élysées. He was perfectly willing to do that. It was beautiful out there.
"And yet," she answered, for all that she was plainly reassured, at least in part, "I would rather you had got me a horse, that we might have ridden to Saint Marcellin, where no doubt a carriage might be obtained." "I did not see the need to put you to so much discomfort," he returned. "It is raining heavily." "Oh, what of that?" she flung back impatiently.
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