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“
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
’
m
not
sick
.
Oh
,
dear
me
,
why
will
you
bother
?
”
“
Headache
?
”
“
Not
the
least
.
”
“
You
feel
tired
,
then
.
That
’
s
it
.
No
wonder
,
the
way
rushed
you
’
round
to
-
day
.
”
“
Dear
,
I
’
m
NOT
tired
,
and
I
’
m
NOT
sick
,
and
I
’
m
all
RIGHT
.
”
“
No
,
no
;
I
can
tell
.
I
think
we
’
d
best
have
the
berth
made
up
and
you
lie
down
.
”
“
That
would
be
perfectly
ridiculous
.
”
“
Well
,
where
is
it
you
feel
sick
?
Show
me
;
put
your
hand
on
the
place
.
Want
to
eat
something
?
”
With
elaborate
minuteness
,
he
cross
-
questioned
her
,
refusing
to
let
the
subject
drop
,
protesting
that
she
had
dark
circles
under
her
eyes
;
that
she
had
grown
thinner
.
“
Wonder
if
there
’
s
a
doctor
on
board
,
”
he
murmured
,
looking
uncertainly
about
the
car
.
“
Let
me
see
your
tongue
.
I
know
—
a
little
whiskey
is
what
you
want
,
that
and
some
pru
—
—
”
