"No, no!" With a gesture, fierce and intolerant, she seized the Bible and thrust it out of sight, into the drawer. "But I can guess what it's for. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. When he recovered his mental faculties, he would lie there, neutral; they could save him or let him die, as they pleased; and the doctor knew that he would wear himself out forcing his own will to live into this neutrality. I know all. There was—a service. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. She loved to be told to do things. That was what she was trying to make him understand. I decline to waste a single second even in considering the ugly ones. ’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently.
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