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I
went
in
the
door
and
a
little
way
down
the
gallery
.
The
nurses
who
were
sitting
at
the
rail
motioned
for
me
to
come
down
where
they
were
.
I
shook
my
head
.
I
could
see
enough
where
I
was
.
I
thought
Catherine
was
dead
.
She
looked
dead
.
Her
face
was
gray
,
the
part
of
it
that
I
could
see
.
Down
below
,
under
the
light
,
the
doctor
was
sewing
up
the
great
long
,
forcep
-
spread
,
thick
-
edged
,
wound
.
Another
doctor
in
a
mask
gave
the
anæsthetic
.
Two
nurses
in
masks
handed
things
.
It
looked
like
a
drawing
of
the
Inquisition
.
I
knew
as
I
watched
I
could
have
watched
it
all
,
but
I
was
glad
I
hadn
’
t
.
I
do
not
think
I
could
have
watched
them
cut
,
but
I
watched
the
wound
closed
into
a
high
welted
ridge
with
quick
skilful
-
looking
stitches
like
a
cobbler
’
s
,
and
was
glad
.
When
the
wound
was
closed
I
went
out
into
the
hall
and
walked
up
and
down
again
.
After
a
while
the
doctor
came
out
.
"
How
is
she
?
"
"
She
is
all
right
.
Did
you
watch
?
"
He
looked
tired
.
"
I
saw
you
sew
up
.
The
incision
looked
very
long
.
"
"
You
thought
so
?
"
"
Yes
.
Will
that
scar
flatten
out
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
"
After
a
while
they
brought
out
the
wheeled
stretcher
and
took
it
very
rapidly
down
the
hallway
to
the
elevator
.
I
went
along
beside
it
.
Catherine
was
moaning
.
Downstairs
they
put
her
in
the
bed
in
her
room
.
I
sat
in
a
chair
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
There
was
a
nurse
in
the
room
.
I
got
up
and
stood
by
the
bed
.
It
was
dark
in
the
room
.
Catherine
put
out
her
hand
.
"
Hello
,
darling
,
"
she
said
.
Her
voice
was
very
weak
and
tired
.
