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Clifford
was
like
a
hysterical
child
.
He
gave
Mrs
Bolton
a
terrible
shock
,
sitting
up
in
bed
ghastly
and
blank
.
’
Why
,
Sir
Clifford
,
whatever
’
s
the
matter
?
’
No
answer
!
She
was
terrified
lest
he
had
had
a
stroke
.
She
hurried
and
felt
his
face
,
took
his
pulse
.
’
Is
there
a
pain
?
Do
try
and
tell
me
where
it
hurts
you
.
Do
tell
me
!
’
No
answer
!
’
Oh
dear
,
oh
dear
!
Then
I
’
ll
telephone
to
Sheffield
for
Dr
Carrington
,
and
Dr
Lecky
may
as
well
run
round
straight
away
.
’
She
was
moving
to
the
door
,
when
he
said
in
a
hollow
tone
:
’
No
!
’
She
stopped
and
gazed
at
him
.
His
face
was
yellow
,
blank
,
and
like
the
face
of
an
idiot
.
’
Do
you
mean
you
’
d
rather
I
didn
’
t
fetch
the
doctor
?
’
