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Fortunately
none
of
the
servants
were
about
,
and
I
was
able
to
secure
a
glass
of
water
unobserved
and
add
a
few
drops
of
brandy
from
a
pocket
flask
.
In
a
few
minutes
I
was
back
again
.
The
girl
was
lying
as
I
had
left
her
,
but
a
few
sips
of
the
brandy
and
water
revived
her
in
a
marvellous
manner
.
“
Take
me
out
of
here
—
oh
,
quickly
,
quickly
!
”
she
cried
,
shuddering
.
Supporting
her
with
my
arm
I
led
her
out
into
the
air
,
and
she
pulled
the
door
to
behind
her
.
Then
she
drew
a
deep
breath
.
“
That
’
s
better
.
Oh
,
it
was
horrible
!
Why
did
you
ever
let
me
go
in
?
”
I
felt
this
to
be
so
feminine
that
I
could
not
forbear
a
smile
.
Secretly
,
I
was
not
dissatisfied
with
her
collapse
.
It
proved
that
she
was
not
quite
so
callous
as
I
had
thought
her
.
After
all
she
was
little
more
than
a
child
,
and
her
curiosity
had
probably
been
of
the
unthinking
order
.
“
I
did
my
best
to
stop
you
,
you
know
,
”
I
said
gently
.
“
I
suppose
you
did
.
Well
,
good
-
bye
.
”
“
Look
here
,
you
can
’
t
start
off
like
that
—
all
alone
.
You
’
re
not
fit
for
it
.
I
insist
on
accompanying
you
back
to
Merlinville
.
”
“
Nonsense
.
I
’
m
quite
all
right
now
.
”
“
Supposing
you
felt
faint
again
?
No
,
I
shall
come
with
you
.
”
