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Can't you recall something about it?"
Nichol wrinkled his scarred forehead, scratched his head, and
hitched uneasily in his chair, evidently making a vain effort to
penetrate the gloom back of that vague awakening in the Southern
hospital. At last he broke out in his usual irritation, "Naw, I
kyant, doggon--"
"Hush! you must not use that word here. Don't be discouraged. You
are trying; that's all I ask," and the doctor laid a soothing hand
on his shoulder. "Now, Captain, I'll just step in the next room.
You think quietly as you can about the young lady to whom you gave
that picture of yourself."
Nichol was immensely pleased with his photograph, and looked at it
in all its lights. While thus gratifying a sort of childish
vanity, Helen entered noiselessly, her blue eyes, doubly luminous
from the pallor of her face, shining like sapphires. So intent was
her gaze that one might think it would "kindle a soul under the
ribs of death."
At last Nichol became conscious of her presence and started,
exclaiming, "Why, there she is herself.


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