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Chapter 41

           Iwentinthedoorandalittlewaydownthegallery.Thenurseswhoweresittingattherailmotionedformetocomedownwheretheywere.Ishookmyhead.IcouldseeenoughwhereIwas.

           IthoughtCatherinewasdead.Shelookeddead.Herfacewasgray,thepartofitthatIcouldsee.Downbelow,underthelight,thedoctorwassewingupthegreatlong,forcep-spread,thick-edged,wound.Anotherdoctorinamaskgavetheanæsthetic.Twonursesinmaskshandedthings.ItlookedlikeadrawingoftheInquisition.IknewasIwatchedIcouldhavewatcheditall,butIwasgladIhadn’t.IdonotthinkIcouldhavewatchedthemcut,butIwatchedthewoundclosedintoahighweltedridgewithquickskilful-lookingstitcheslikeacobbler’s,andwasglad.WhenthewoundwasclosedIwentoutintothehallandwalkedupanddownagain.Afterawhilethedoctorcameout.

           "Howisshe?"

           "Sheisallright.Didyouwatch?"

           Helookedtired.

           "Isawyousewup.Theincisionlookedverylong."

           "Youthoughtso?"

           "Yes.Willthatscarflattenout?"

           "Oh,yes."

           Afterawhiletheybroughtoutthewheeledstretcherandtookitveryrapidlydownthehallwaytotheelevator.Iwentalongbesideit.Catherinewasmoaning.Downstairstheyputherinthebedinherroom.Isatinachairatthefootofthebed.Therewasanurseintheroom.Igotupandstoodbythebed.Itwasdarkintheroom.Catherineputoutherhand."Hello,darling,"shesaid.Hervoicewasveryweakandtired.

           "Hello,yousweet."

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