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"
I
’
m
not
any
good
,
darling
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
so
sorry
.
I
thought
I
would
do
it
very
easily
.
Now
—
there
’
s
one
—
"
she
reached
out
her
hand
for
the
mask
and
held
it
over
her
face
.
The
doctor
moved
the
dial
and
watched
her
.
In
a
little
while
it
was
over
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
much
,
"
Catherine
said
.
She
smiled
.
"
I
’
m
a
fool
about
the
gas
.
It
’
s
wonderful
.
"
"
We
’
ll
get
some
for
the
home
,
"
I
said
.
"
There
one
comes
,
"
Catherine
said
quickly
.
The
doctor
turned
the
dial
and
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
What
is
the
interval
now
?
"
I
asked
.
"
About
a
minute
.
"
"
Don
’
t
you
want
lunch
?
"
"
I
will
have
something
pretty
soon
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
must
have
something
to
eat
,
doctor
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
I
’
m
so
sorry
I
go
on
so
long
.
Couldn
’
t
my
husband
give
me
the
gas
?
"
"
If
you
wish
,
"
the
doctor
said
.
"
You
turn
it
to
the
numeral
two
.
"
