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try for a change to put the icebag on the stomach
and the poultice on the head.
How long did I think, if no complications
set in, that the patient ought to be kept in
bed?
“At least for another week, till the moon was
gone.”
The day had been long. I was glad to be back
in Avenue de Villiers. I went straight to bed.
I did not feel very well, I wondered if I had not
got a bit of fever, but doctors never understand
if they have fever or not. I fell asleep at once,
so tired did I feel. I do not know how long I
had been sleeping when suddenly I became aware
that I was not alone in the room. I opened my
eyes and saw a livid face at the window staring at
me with white hollow eyes—for once I had
forgotten to close the shutters. Slowly and silently
something crept into the room and stretched a
long white arm like the tentacle of an enormous
octopus, across the floor towards the bed.
“So you want to go back to the Château after
all!” it chuckled with its toothless mouth and
bloodless lips. “It was nice and cosy last night
under the lime-trees, wasn’t it, with me as Best
Man and choruses of nightingales singing around
you? Nightingales in August! Indeed you
must have been far away in a very distant land,
you two! And now you want to get back there
to-night, don’t you? Well, put on your clothes
and climb on this white moonbeam of mine you
were polite enough to call the arm of an octopus
and I will put you back under the lime-trees in
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