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Lady Lucy threw up her hands in a little gesture of despair, Then she rose, and went to speak to the servant in the doorway. When she returned she looked whiter and more shrivelled than before. "Is he worse to-night?" asked Sir James, gently. "It is the pain," she said, in a muffled voice; "and we can't touch it yet. He mustn't have any more morphia yet." She sat down once more.
There was a certain charm about everything he said and did, but his smile was sad. He had acted thoughtlessly, they said, and was not happy. One morning, while he was visiting Father and Mother and was lying asleep in the big room, there was a great commotion in the house; a messenger was sent for the doctor and the word morphia was spoken. He was ill, but was very soon well again.
Repenting her impulsiveness, after leaving Lanyard with the captain, from whom she had doubtless learned the truth about "Monsieur Duchemin," she might well have gone directly to Lanyard's stateroom and hit upon the morphia phial as the likeliest hiding place without delay, thanks to prior acquaintance with the proportions of the paper cylinder.
"Thought you had me, didn't you?" he observed to the car in general, and the engine in particular. "Now no tricks!" There was a wounded man in the car. He had had morphia and he was very comfortable. He was not badly hurt, and he considered that he was being taken to Calais. He was too tired to talk, and the swinging of the car rather interested him. He would doze and waken and doze again.
And so hour after hour Cynthia lay waiting for the answer to her message, and hour followed hour in slow, uneventful procession, bringing her neither comfort nor repose. At length the doctor came and offered her morphia, but she refused it, with feverish emphasis. "No, no, no! I don't want to sleep. I am expecting a friend." "Won't it do in the morning?" he said persuasively.
He was taken to an Advanced Dressing Station, where a chaplain, who told us about his last minutes, found him, swathed in bandages from his head to his heel. On a stretcher that rested on trestles he was lying, conscious, though a little confused by morphia. He saw the chaplain approaching him, and murmured, "Hallo, padre."
At this moment he is taking down every word we say." "He's doing nothing of the sort." "But you forget " "I don't forget. By accident I put morphia in the tonic he takes, and he is now past telepathy for some hours at least. He's sound asleep. I suppose if I had not done it by accident he would have known what I was doing, and so have refused the medicine.
Then, suddenly, he lifted his hand to his face, gulped down the morphia pellets, following them with the steaming tea. In that instant all his chains, loosened, rattled down about him to the floor. Brave man or coward, he felt a sudden mighty wave of relief over-sweep him. The set, strained look left his face. His eyes softened. Once or twice he paced across the room.
Mine would be between a few drops of morphia and the galleys, a thousand times more desperate than yours, it seems to me!" Her large eyes flashed with the furious determination to make him do what she desired.
His grip tightened on French Janin; he knew that at the first opportunity the old man would sink back into the oblivion of morphia. "I've done all I could for you, Harry" the other whimpered. "I've been some good. Janin was the first to encourage you; don't expect too much." "If I get anywhere, you did it," Harry Baggs told him. "I'd like to see it all," French Janin said. "I know it so well.
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