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"He has my profound sympathy," continued Mr. Kemble, "but giving
that unstintedly is a very different thing from giving him my only
child."
"Certainly. Perhaps we need not say very much to Miss Helen on
this point at present. Unless he becomes his old self she will
feel that she has lost him more truly than if he were actually
dead. The only deeply perplexing feature in the case is its
uncertainty. He may be all right before morning, and he may never
recall a thing that happened before the explosion of that shell."
The carriage stopped, and Mr. Kemble hastily led the way to his
dwelling. Helen met them at the door. "Oh, how long you have
been!" she protested; "I've just been tortured by suspense."
Dr. Barnes took her by the hand and led her to the parlor. "Miss
Helen," he said gravely, "if you are not careful you will be
another patient on my hands. Sad as is Captain Nichol's case, he
at least obeys me implicitly; so must you. Your face is flushed,
your pulse feverish, and--"
"Doctor," cried the girl, "you can't touch the disease till you
remove the cause.


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