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. "Heart-failure! How long have you been here?" "Since a quarter to eleven." She looked at her watch earnestly and saw that her hand did not shake. "I'll sit with him now till the doctor comes. D'you think you could tell him, and--yes, Mrs. Betts in the cottage with the wistaria next the blacksmith's? I'm afraid this has been rather a shock to you." Sophie nodded, and fled toward the village. Her body failed her for a moment; she dropped beneath a hedge, and looked back at the great house. In some fashion its silence and stolidity steadied her for her errand. Mrs. Betts, small, black-eyed, and dark, was almost as unconcerned as Friars Pardon. "Yiss, yiss, of course. Dear me! Well, Iggulden he had had his day in my father's time. Muriel, get me my little blue bag, please. Yiss, ma'am. They come down like ellum-branches in still weather. No warnin' at all. Muriel, my bicycle's be'ind the fowlhouse. I'll tell Dr. Dallas, ma'am." She trundled off on her wheel like a brown bee, while Sophie--heaven above and earth beneath changed--walked stiffly home, to fall over George at his letters, in a muddle of laughter and tears. "It's all quite natural for them," she gasped. "They come down like ellum-branches in still weather. Yiss, ma'am.' No, there wasn't anything in the least horrible, only--only--Oh, George, that poor shiny stick of his between his poor, thin knees! I couldn't have borne it if Scottie had howled. I didn't know the vicar was so--so sensitive. He said he was afraid it was ra--rather a shock. Mrs. Betts told me to go home, and I wanted to collapse on her floor. But I didn't disgrace myself. I--I couldn't have left him--could I?" "You're sure you've took no 'arm?" cried Mrs. Cloke, who had heard the news by farm-telegraphy, which is older but swifter than Marconi's. "No. I'm perfectly well," Sophie protested. "You lay down till tea-time." Mrs. Cloke patted her shoulder. "THEY'll be very pleased, though she 'as 'ad no proper understandin' for twenty years." "They" came before twilight--a black-bearded man in moleskins, and a little palsied old woman, who chirruped like a wren. "I'm his son," said the man to Sophie, among the lavender bushes. "We 'ad a difference--twenty year back, and didn't speak since. But I'm his son all the 'same, and we thank you for the watching." "I'm only glad I happened to be there," she answered, and from the bottom of her heart she meant it. "We heard he spo
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