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Chapter 8

           

           “Come,”saidthedoctor.

           PrincessMaryenteredherfather’sroomandwentuptohisbed.Hewaslyingonhisbackproppeduphigh,andhissmallbonyhandswiththeirknottedpurpleveinswerelyingonthequilt;hislefteyegazedstraightbeforehim,hisrighteyewasawry,andhisbrowsandlipsmotionless.Heseemedaltogethersothin,small,andpathetic.Hisfaceseemedtohaveshriveledormelted;hisfeatureshadgrownsmaller.PrincessMarywentupandkissedhishand.Hislefthandpressedherssothatsheunderstoodthathehadlongbeenwaitingforhertocome.Hetwitchedherhand,andhisbrowsandlipsquiveredangrily.

           Shelookedathimindismaytryingtoguesswhathewantedofher.Whenshechangedherpositionsothathislefteyecouldseeherfacehecalmeddown,nottakinghiseyesoffherforsomeseconds.Thenhislipsandtonguemoved,soundscame,andhebegantospeak,gazingtimidlyandimploringlyather,evidentlyafraidthatshemightnotunderstand.

           StrainingallherfacultiesPrincessMarylookedathim.Thecomiceffortswithwhichhemovedhistonguemadeherdrophereyesandwithdifficultyrepressthesobsthatrosetoherthroat.Hesaidsomething,repeatingthesamewordsseveraltimes.Shecouldnotunderstandthem,buttriedtoguesswhathewassayingandinquiringlyrepeatedthewordsheuttered.

           “Mmm...ar...ate...ate...”herepeatedseveraltimes.

           Itwasquiteimpossibletounderstandthesesounds.Thedoctorthoughthehadguessedthem,andinquiringlyrepeated:“Mary,areyouafraid?”Theprinceshookhishead,againrepeatedthesamesounds.

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