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Chapter 41

           "Whatsortofbabywasit?"

           "Shdon’ttalk,"thenursesaid.

           "Aboy.He’slongandwideanddark."

           "Isheallright?"

           "Yes,"Isaid."He’sfine."

           Isawthenurselookatmestrangely.

           "I’mawfullytired,"Catherinesaid."AndIhurtlikehell.Areyouallright,darling?"

           "I’mfine.Don’ttalk."

           "Youwerelovelytome.Oh,darling,Ihurtdreadfully.Whatdoeshelooklike?"

           "Helookslikeaskinnedrabbitwithapuckered-upold-man’sface."

           "Youmustgoout,"thenursesaid."MadameHenrymustnottalk."

           "I’llbeoutside."

           "Goandgetsomethingtoeat."

           "No.I’llbeoutside."IkissedCatherine.Shewasverygrayandweakandtired.

           "MayIspeaktoyou?"Isaidtothenurse.Shecameoutinthehallwithme.Iwalkedalittlewaydownthehall.

           "What’sthematterwiththebaby?"Iasked.

           "Didn’tyouknow?"

           "No."

           "Hewasn’talive."

           "Hewasdead?"

           "Theycouldn’tstarthimbreathing.Thecordwascaughtaroundhisneckorsomething."

           "Sohe’sdead."

           "Yes.It’ssuchashame.Hewassuchafinebigboy.Ithoughtyouknew."

           "No,"Isaid."YoubettergobackinwithMadame."

           Isatdownonthechairinfrontofatablewheretherewerenurses’reportshungonclipsatthesideandlookedoutofthewindow.Icouldseenothingbutthedarkandtherainfallingacrossthelightfromthewindow.Sothatwasit.Thebabywasdead.Thatwaswhythedoctorlookedsotired.

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