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Redcliff wished to see her alone that fact mattered as little as the rest. She was indifferently conscious that the Duchess regarded her in an anxious kind way, but if she had been unkind instead of kind that would have meant nothing. There was only room for one thing in the world. She wondered sometimes if she were really dead as Donal was and did not know she was so.
But he would not let her go. Perhaps days and nights passed or perhaps only one day and night before she found herself still lying in her bed but feeling somehow more awake when she opened her eyes and found the same man sitting close to her holding her wrist again. "I am Dr. Redcliff," he said in a quiet voice. "You are much better. I want to ask you some questions. I will not tire you."
Lord Coombe still sat silent. What he was thinking could not be read in his face but being a man of astute perception and used to the study of faces Dr. Redcliff knew that suddenly some startling thought had leaped within him. "You were right to come to me," he said. "What is it you suspect?" That Dr. Redcliff was almost unbearably moved was manifest.
Beaufort, instead of sending his men to the quay, kept them all night drawn up under arms round the beautiful church of Saint Mary Redcliff, on the south of the Avon. He would see Bristol burnt down, he said, nay, he would burn it down himself, rather than that it should be occupied by traitors.
She was radiant with life and joy and youngness. It's the contrast that almost frightens one. Something has actually gone. Does Doctor Redcliff think Could she be going to die? Somehow," with a tremulous breath, "one always thinks of death now." "No! No!" the Duchess answered. "Dr. Redcliff says she is not in real danger. Nourishment and relaxed strain and quiet will supply what she needs.
There awakened in his mind the consciousness that he was being asked questions which suggested an object. The next one added to his awakening sense of the thing. "Her exercise and holidays were always taken alone?" Redcliff said. "The Duchess believed so." "She has evidently been living under a poignant strain and some ghastly shock has struck her down.
I have thought a great deal. She has touched me horribly. The mere sight of her was enough. There is desolation in her childlikeness." Lord Coombe sat extremely still. The room was very silent till Redcliff went on in dropped voice. "There was another thing she said. She whispered it brokenly word by word. She did not know that, either. She whispered, 'Now no one will ever know ever."
I think she must have been in the room when you brought the news of young Muir's terrible death." "She was," said Coombe. "I saw her and then forgot." "I thought so," Redcliff went on. "She cried out several times, 'Blown to atoms atoms! Donal! She was not conscious of the cries." "Are you sure she said 'Donal'?" Coombe asked. "Quite sure. It was that which set me thinking.
"I said that it was August-time, the twenty-seventh day of the month. Alice and I had been out in the little bay outside of Redcliff beach, with your sister. You don't remember her: she was like you. Doctor Percival had given Mary a boat, taught her to row it, and she had that afternoon given Alice a first lesson in the art.
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