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           "I’dwheelyouifwehadachair."

           "HowwouldIgetintothechair?"

           "We’ddoit."

           "Wecouldgoouttotheparkandhavebreakfastoutdoors."Ilookedouttheopendoorway.

           "Whatwe’llreallydo,"shesaid,"isgetyoureadyforyourfriendDr.Valentini."

           "Ithoughthewasgrand."

           "Ididn’tlikehimasmuchasyoudid.ButIimaginehe’sverygood."

           "Comebacktobed,Catherine.Please,"Isaid.

           "Ican’t.Didn’twehavealovelynight?"

           "Andcanyoubeonnightdutyto-night?"

           "Iprobablywill.Butyouwon’twantme."

           "Yes,Iwill."

           "No,youwon’t.You’veneverbeenoperatedon.Youdon’tknowhowyou’llbe."

           "I’llbeallright."

           "You’llbesickandIwon’tbeanythingtoyou."

           "Comebackthennow."

           "No,"shesaid."Ihavetodothechart,darling,andfixyouup."

           "Youdon’treallylovemeoryou’dcomebackagain."

           "You’resuchasillyboy."Shekissedme."That’sallrightforthechart.Yourtemperature’salwaysnormal.You’vesuchalovelytemperature."

           "You’vegotalovelyeverything."

           "Ohno.Youhavethelovelytemperature.I’mawfullyproudofyourtemperature."

           "Maybeallourchildrenwillhavefinetemperatures."

           "Ourchildrenwillprobablyhavebeastlytemperatures."

           "WhatdoyouhavetodotogetmereadyforValentini?"

           "Notmuch.Butquiteunpleasant."

           "Iwishyoudidn’thavetodoit."

           "Idon’t.Idon’twantanyoneelsetotouchyou.I’msilly.Igetfuriousiftheytouchyou."