She drank it obediently. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. His eyes closed. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively.
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