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The violinist had seen the tears on Johnny Rosenfeld's white cheeks, and had rushed into rollicking, joyous music. The ward echoed with it. "I'm twenty-one and she's eighteen," hummed the ward under its breath. Miss Wardwell's thin body swayed. "Lord, how I'd like to dance! If I ever get out of this charnel-house!" The medicine-tray lay at Carlotta's elbow; beside it the box of labels.
They did not like her, and she knew it. Before her, instead of the tidy supper-table, she was seeing the medicine-tray as she had left it. "I guess I've fixed her," she said to herself. Her very soul was sick with fear of what she had done. K. saw Sidney for only a moment on Christmas Day. This was when the gay little sleigh had stopped in front of the house.
"They say I gave him the wrong medicine; that he's dying; that I murdered him." She shivered. K. touched her hands. They were ice-cold. "Tell me about it." "There is nothing to tell. I came on duty at six o'clock and gave the medicines. When the night nurse came on at seven, everything was all right. The medicine-tray was just as it should be. Johnny was asleep.
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