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"
Here
is
your
husband
,
"
the
doctor
said
.
"
Oh
,
darling
,
I
have
the
most
wonderful
doctor
,
"
Catherine
said
in
a
very
strange
voice
.
"
He
’
s
been
telling
me
the
most
wonderful
story
and
when
the
pain
came
too
badly
he
put
me
all
the
way
out
.
He
’
s
wonderful
.
You
’
re
wonderful
,
doctor
.
"
"
You
’
re
drunk
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
know
it
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
But
you
shouldn
’
t
say
it
.
"
Then
"
Give
it
to
me
.
Give
it
to
me
.
"
She
clutched
hold
of
the
mask
and
breathed
short
and
deep
,
pantingly
,
making
the
respirator
click
.
Then
she
gave
a
long
sigh
and
the
doctor
reached
with
his
left
hand
and
lifted
away
the
mask
.
"
That
was
a
very
big
one
,
"
Catherine
said
.
Her
voice
was
very
strange
.
"
I
’
m
not
going
to
die
now
,
darling
.
I
’
m
past
where
I
was
going
to
die
.
Aren
’
t
you
glad
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
get
in
that
place
again
.
"
"
I
won
’
t
.
I
’
m
not
afraid
of
it
though
.
I
won
’
t
die
,
darling
.
"
"
You
will
not
do
any
such
foolishness
,
"
the
doctor
said
.
"
You
would
not
die
and
leave
your
husband
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
.
I
won
’
t
die
.
I
wouldn
’
t
die
.
It
’
s
silly
to
die
.
There
it
comes
.
Give
it
to
me
.
After
a
while
the
doctor
said
,
"
You
will
go
out
,
Mr
.
Henry
,
for
a
few
moments
and
I
will
make
an
examination
.
"
