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The doctor laid a kindly hand on hers. "We never say that, Miss Bunner. Human skill works wonders and at the hospital Mrs. Ramy would have every chance." "What is it? What's she dying of?" The doctor hesitated, seeking to substitute a popular phrase for the scientific terminology which rose to his lips. "I want to know," Ann Eliza persisted. "Yes, of course; I understand.
"I wisht I had as good a store; but I guess no blace seems home-like when you're always alone in it." For some minutes longer the conversation moved on at this desultory pace, and then Mr. Ramy, who had been obviously nerving himself for the difficult act of departure, took his leave with an abruptness which would have startled anyone used to the subtler gradations of intercourse.
To Ann Eliza the dinner seemed endless, and the rich fare strangely unappetizing. She was abashed by the easy intimacy of her hostess's voice and eye. With Mr. Ramy Mrs. Hochmuller was almost flippantly familiar, and it was only when Ann Eliza pictured her generous form bent above his sick-bed that she could forgive her for tersely addressing him as "Ramy."
Ramy, who had by this time become as much a part of their lives as the letter-carrier or the milkman, ventured the suggestion that the ladies should accompany him to an exhibition of stereopticon views which was to take place at Chickering Hall on the following evening.
That night she could not sleep; but as she lay cold and rigid at her sister's side, she suddenly felt the pressure of Evelina's arms, and heard her whisper: "Oh, Ann Eliza, warn't it heavenly?" For four days after their Sunday in the Park the Bunner sisters had no news of Mr. Ramy.
Ann Eliza's courage dropped at the note of refusal in his voice. "I'm sorry," she said gently. "My sister and me'd have been glad to do anything we could for you." "Thank you kindly," said Mr. Ramy wearily; then, as she turned to the door, he added with an effort: "Maybe I'll step round to-morrow." "We'll be real glad," Ann Eliza repeated. Her eyes were fixed on a dusty bronze clock in the window.
"Oh, that's all right," he answered. "Don't you fret, Miss Gunner. Folks have got to suit themselves." She thought his tone had grown more resigned since she had spoken of her headaches. "Oh, my, no," said Mr. Ramy, absently picking up his hat. "You'll come in just the same?" she continued, nerving herself to the effort. "We'd miss you awfully if you didn't.
Once more she found herself shut out of Evelina's heart, an exile from her closest affections. "I've got to go where the baby is," Evelina feverishly insisted. Ann Eliza could think of nothing to say; she could only feel that Evelina was dying, and dying as a stranger in her arms. Ramy and the day-old baby had parted her forever from her sister. Evelina began again.
She ain't had one for ages, and when Evelina IS sick she won't never give in to it," Ann Eliza declared, making some hurried adjustments with her conscience. "I wouldn't have thought that," said Mr. Ramy. "I guess you don't know us as well as you thought you did." "Well, no, that's so; maybe I don't. I'll wish you good day, Miss Bunner"; and Mr. Ramy moved toward the door. "Good day, Mr.
"Well, I guess we're very well here." Ann Eliza had become suddenly aware that Mr. Ramy was looking at her with unusual intentness. Involuntarily her hand strayed to the thin streaks of hair on her temples, and thence descended to straighten the brooch beneath her collar. "You're looking very well to-day, Miss Bunner," said Mr. Ramy, following her gesture with a smile.
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