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The
violence
of
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
’
s
attack
seemed
to
be
passing
.
She
was
able
to
speak
in
short
gasps
.
“
Better
now
—
very
sudden
—
stupid
of
me
—
to
lock
myself
in
.
”
A
shadow
fell
on
the
bed
and
,
looking
up
,
I
saw
Mary
Cavendish
standing
near
the
door
with
her
arm
around
Cynthia
.
She
seemed
to
be
supporting
the
girl
,
who
looked
utterly
dazed
and
unlike
herself
.
Her
face
was
heavily
flushed
,
and
she
yawned
repeatedly
.
“
Poor
Cynthia
is
quite
frightened
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Cavendish
in
a
low
clear
voice
.
She
herself
,
I
noticed
,
was
dressed
in
her
white
land
smock
.
Then
it
must
be
later
than
I
thought
.
I
saw
that
a
faint
streak
of
daylight
was
showing
through
the
curtains
of
the
windows
,
and
that
the
clock
on
the
mantelpiece
pointed
to
close
upon
five
o
’
clock
.
A
strangled
cry
from
the
bed
startled
me
.
A
fresh
access
of
pain
seized
the
unfortunate
old
lady
.
The
convulsions
were
of
a
violence
terrible
to
behold
.
Everything
was
confusion
.
We
thronged
round
her
,
powerless
to
help
or
alleviate
.
A
final
convulsion
lifted
her
from
the
bed
,
until
she
appeared
to
rest
upon
her
head
and
her
heels
,
with
her
body
arched
in
an
extraordinary
manner
.
In
vain
Mary
and
John
tried
to
administer
more
brandy
.
The
moments
flew
.
Again
the
body
arched
itself
in
that
peculiar
fashion
.
At
that
moment
,
Dr
.
Bauerstein
pushed
his
way
authoritatively
into
the
room
.
For
one
instant
he
stopped
dead
,
staring
at
the
figure
on
the
bed
,
and
,
at
the
same
instant
,
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
cried
out
in
a
strangled
voice
,
her
eyes
fixed
on
the
doctor
:
“
Alfred
—
Alfred
—
—
”
Then
she
fell
back
motionless
on
the
pillows
.
With
a
stride
,
the
doctor
reached
the
bed
,
and
seizing
her
arms
worked
them
energetically
,
applying
what
I
knew
to
be
artificial
respiration
.
He
issued
a
few
short
sharp
orders
to
the
servants
.
An
imperious
wave
of
his
hand
drove
us
all
to
the
door
.
We
watched
him
,
fascinated
,
though
I
think
we
all
knew
in
our
hearts
that
it
was
too
late
,
and
that
nothing
could
be
done
now
.
I
could
see
by
the
expression
on
his
face
that
he
himself
had
little
hope
.
Finally
he
abandoned
his
task
,
shaking
his
head
gravely
.
At
that
moment
,
we
heard
footsteps
outside
,
and
Dr
.
Wilkins
,
Mrs
.
