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It was midnight
before he went upstairs. Mrs. Brigham and the other sisters, who
could not sleep, heard him.
The next day was the funeral. That evening the family sat in the
south room. Some relatives were with them. Nobody entered the
study until Henry carried a lamp in there after the others had
retired for the night. He saw again the shadow on the wall leap to
an awful life before the light.
The next morning at breakfast Henry Glynn announced that he had to
go to the city for three days. The sisters looked at him with
surprise. He very seldom left home, and just now his practice had
been neglected on account of Edward's death. He was a physician.
"How can you leave your patients now?" asked Mrs. Brigham
wonderingly.
"I don't know how to, but there is no other way," replied Henry
easily. "I have had a telegram from Doctor Mitford."
"Consultation?" inquired Mrs. Brigham.
"I have business," replied Henry.
Doctor Mitford was an old classmate of his who lived in a
neighboring city and who occasionally called upon him in the case
of a consultation.
After he had gone Mrs.


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