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“Yes, but since I told you this morning
about the old . . .” He closed his eyes
again.
“I have forgotten all about her,” said the
Doctor.
“I want to tell you,” the soldier went on
with an unsteady voice. “As I bent over
her face to see if she was dead . . .”
“I do not want to hear anything more
about her,” said the Doctor sternly; “you
may tell me anything you like, but I do
not want to hear anything more about the
old woman.”
He looked quite disappointed. “But
you said you had forgotten. As I bent over
her face to see if—for God’s sake let me
tell you,” he pleaded eagerly, as the
Doctor tried to stop him again, “for God
sake let me tell you! I cannot bear it
alone any longer, I feel as if you might help
me if you knew all about her. I am sure
you can help me; she went away when you
spoke to me this morning; it is the only
time she has left me since I came here.
As I bent over her face to see if she was
dead,” he went on with unmistakable
relief . . .
The Doctor saw he was powerless to spare
the man his self-inflicted torture. Helpless
and silent he sat by the soldier’s side listening
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