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the Doctor said to him. His pulse was
extraordinarily rapid, and it was clear that
the poor fellow was in a state of great
excitement. He put his trembling hands repeatedly
to his mouth as if he wanted to speak, and
then pointed to the door. There was a fixed,
determined intensity in his eyes, and it was
evident that those eyes had something to say.
The Doctor tried to concentrate all his
thoughts upon reading their mute message.
His own brain was too tired, and
notwithstanding all his former boasting to the nun,
he had to tell her that he knew no more than
she did what the man meant.
“He has been like that ever since the
Germans left,” said Sister Philippine.
In vain the Doctor touched his eyelids,
telling him he was getting so tired and his eyelids
were getting so heavy, heavy, and that he
was soon going to fall asleep. In vain did he
order him with firm voice to close his eyes.
The eyes continued to stare wide open and
wild at him with the same intense fixity. In
vain did he, as a last resort, remind him that
the German surgeon had said he must remain
very still and quiet—this last argument
seemed to excite him still more, and a
half-suffocated groan issued from his lacerated
throat. After a while the Doctor reluctantly
came to the conclusion that his presence
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