Луна и грош

Chapter XXIV

           "Ihaven’tbeenabletogetoutfortwodays."Therewasanemptybottlebythesideofthebed,whichhadcontainedmilk,andinapieceofnewspaperafewcrumbs.

           "Whathaveyoubeenhaving?"Iasked.

           "Nothing."

           "Forhowlong?"criedStroeve."Doyoumeantosayyou’vehadnothingtoeatordrinkfortwodays?It’shorrible."

           "I’vehadwater."

           Hiseyesdweltforamomentonalargecanwithinreachofanoutstretchedarm.

           "I’llgoimmediately,"saidStroeve."Isthereanythingyoufancy?"

           Isuggestedthatheshouldgetathermometer,andafewgrapes,andsomebread.Stroeve,gladtomakehimselfuseful,clattereddownthestairs.

           "Damnedfool,"mutteredStrickland.

           Ifelthispulse.Itwasbeatingquicklyandfeebly.Iaskedhimoneortwoquestions,buthewouldnotanswer,andwhenIpressedhimheturnedhisfaceirritablytothewall.Theonlythingwastowaitinsilence.IntenminutesStroeve,panting,cameback.BesideswhatIhadsuggested,hebroughtcandles,andmeat-juice,andaspirit-lamp.Hewasapracticallittlefellow,andwithoutdelaysetaboutmakingbread-and-milk.ItookStrickland’stemperature.Itwasahundredandfour.Hewasobviouslyveryill.

           

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