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doctor, I’ve had enough of his scoldings and all
his lies about your being an orphan. One has
only to look at your eyes to see who is your
father!” She lifted the portière to rush out of
the room and nearly fell over Mamsell Agata who
shot me a glance from her white eyes that riveted
me to the spot. The parson’s wife rose from the
sofa and walked out of the room lifting her skirts
as she passed before me.
“Kindly take this boy to the dining-room and
remain there with him till I come,” said I to
Mamsell Agata. She stretched out her arms in
horror in front of her as if to protect herself
against something unclean, the slit under her
hook nose parted in a terrible smile and she
vanished in the wake of the parson’s wife.
I sat down at my luncheon, gave John an apple
and rang for Rosalie.
“Rosalie,” said I, “take this money, go and
get yourself a cotton dress, a couple of white
aprons and whatever else you need to look
respectable. From to-day you are promoted to be a
nurse to this child. He will sleep in my room
to-night, from to-morrow you are to sleep with
him in Mamsell Agata’s room.”
“But Mamsell Agata?” asked Rosalie
terror-struck.
“Mamsell Agata will be dismissed by me when
I have finished my luncheon.”
I sent away my patients and went to knock at
her room. Twice I raised my hand to knock,
twice I let it fall. I did not knock. I decided it
was wiser to postpone the interview till after
dinner when my nerves had cooled down a little.
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