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"Stephen, where are you going? Answer me!"

"I can't answer you"

"Is your illness serious?"

"A--it is--it requires so around the receiver whitened to the delicate nails under the pressure Mute, struggling with theimpulse, voice and lip unsteady, she still spoke with restraint: "You say you require care? And what care have you? Who is there with you? Answer h"

"Oh, the servants! Have you a physician to advise you?"

"Certainly--the best in the world Sylvia, dea--, Sylvia, I didn't ive you an impression--"

"Stephen, I will have you truthful with me! I know perfectly well you are ill I--if I could only--if there was so about it, and I don't care very hed, but his voice was no steadier than hers

"Will you drive with me?" she asked impulsively, "some afternoon--"

"Sylvia, dear, you don't really want ot to tell you that--that I'ot to be honest with you; I ao out just yet I've really been ill--for weeks Plank has been very nice to et well; I ed"

"Changed?"

"Not in that way!" he said in a slow voice

"H-how, then?" she staet it back again, of course Feel awith you"