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"But other people take things. There _are_ things. Let me go out and get
you something."
He shook his head.
"Doctors don't take much stock in medicine," he said, with a touch of his
usual humour.
She wanted to stay with him until he went to sleep. She wanted to put
cold cloths on his head. It was hard to avoid Ernestine's tenderness.
"It did not show anything," he assured himself, pleadingly, when alone.
"It only showed that it was going to show in the morning. I knew that. I
knew all the time I was going to know in the morning. I'll not go to
pieces. I'll not be a fool about it," he kept repeating.
But a little later Ernestine was sure she heard him groan. She could not
keep away from that.
"Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, kneeling by his bed, "I can't bear it not
to help you. Let me do just some little thing," she pleaded.
He put his hand over in hers. "Hold it, dear; if you aren't too tired. I
don't want to talk,--but hold on to my hand."
His grip grew very tight after a minute.


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