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"
You
are
Mr
.
Henry
?
"
the
doctor
asked
.
"
Yes
.
How
is
everything
going
,
doctor
?
"
"
Things
are
going
very
well
,
"
the
doctor
said
.
"
We
came
in
here
where
it
is
easy
to
give
gas
for
the
pains
.
"
"
I
want
it
now
,
"
Catherine
said
.
The
doctor
placed
the
rubber
mask
over
her
face
and
turned
a
dial
and
I
watched
Catherine
breathing
deeply
and
rapidly
.
Then
she
pushed
the
mask
away
.
The
doctor
shut
off
the
petcock
.
"
That
wasn
’
t
a
very
big
one
.
I
had
a
very
big
one
a
while
ago
.
The
doctor
made
me
go
clear
out
,
didn
’
t
you
,
doctor
?
"
Her
voice
was
strange
.
It
rose
on
the
word
doctor
.
The
doctor
smiled
.
"
I
want
it
again
,
"
Catherine
said
.
She
held
the
rubber
tight
to
her
face
and
breathed
fast
.
I
heard
her
moaning
a
little
.
Then
she
pulled
the
mask
away
and
smiled
.
"
That
was
a
big
one
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
was
a
very
big
one
.
Don
’
t
you
worry
,
darling
.
You
go
away
.
Go
have
another
breakfast
.
"
"
I
’
ll
stay
,
"
I
said
.
We
had
gone
to
the
hospital
about
three
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
.
At
noon
Catherine
was
still
in
the
delivery
room
.
The
pains
had
slackened
again
.
She
looked
very
tired
and
worn
now
but
she
was
still
cheerful
.
