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The
nurse
,
Mrs
.
Medlock
and
Martha
had
been
standing
huddled
together
near
the
door
staring
at
her
,
their
mouths
half
open
.
All
three
had
gasped
with
fright
more
than
once
.
The
nurse
came
forward
as
if
she
were
half
afraid
.
Colin
was
heaving
with
great
breathless
sobs
.
“
Perhaps
he
—
he
won
’
t
let
me
,
”
she
hesitated
in
a
low
voice
.
Colin
heard
her
,
however
,
and
he
gasped
out
between
two
sobs
:
“
Sh
-
show
her
!
She
-
she
’
ll
see
then
!
”
It
was
a
poor
thin
back
to
look
at
when
it
was
bared
.
Every
rib
could
be
counted
and
every
joint
of
the
spine
,
though
Mistress
Mary
did
not
count
them
as
she
bent
over
and
examined
them
with
a
solemn
savage
little
face
.
She
looked
so
sour
and
old
-
fashioned
that
the
nurse
turned
her
head
aside
to
hide
the
twitching
of
her
mouth
.
There
was
just
a
minute
’
s
silence
,
for
even
Colin
tried
to
hold
his
breath
while
Mary
looked
up
and
down
his
spine
,
and
down
and
up
,
as
intently
as
if
she
had
been
the
great
doctor
from
London
.
“
There
’
s
not
a
single
lump
there
!
”
she
said
at
last
.
“
There
’
s
not
a
lump
as
big
as
a
pin
—
except
backbone
lumps
,
and
you
can
only
feel
them
because
you
’
re
thin
.
I
’
ve
got
backbone
lumps
myself
,
and
they
used
to
stick
out
as
much
as
yours
do
,
until
I
began
to
get
fatter
,
and
I
am
not
fat
enough
yet
to
hide
them
.
There
’
s
not
a
lump
as
big
as
a
pin
!
If
you
ever
say
there
is
again
,
I
shall
laugh
!
”
No
one
but
Colin
himself
knew
what
effect
those
crossly
spoken
childish
words
had
on
him
.
If
he
had
ever
had
anyone
to
talk
to
about
his
secret
terrors
—
if
he
had
ever
dared
to
let
himself
ask
questions
—
if
he
had
had
childish
companions
and
had
not
lain
on
his
back
in
the
huge
closed
house
,
breathing
an
atmosphere
heavy
with
the
fears
of
people
who
were
most
of
them
ignorant
and
tired
of
him
,
he
would
have
found
out
that
most
of
his
fright
and
illness
was
created
by
himself
.
But
he
had
lain
and
thought
of
himself
and
his
aches
and
weariness
for
hours
and
days
and
months
and
years
.
And
now
that
an
angry
unsympathetic
little
girl
insisted
obstinately
that
he
was
not
as
ill
as
he
thought
he
was
he
actually
felt
as
if
she
might
be
speaking
the
truth
.
“
I
didn
’
t
know
,
”
ventured
the
nurse
,
“
that
he
thought
he
had
a
lump
on
his
spine
.
His
back
is
weak
because
he
won
’
t
try
to
sit
up
.
I
could
have
told
him
there
was
no
lump
there
.
”
Colin
gulped
and
turned
his
face
a
little
to
look
at
her
.
“
C
-
could
you
?
”
he
said
pathetically
.
