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Dr
.
Craven
shook
his
head
.
He
was
holding
Colin
’
s
wrist
and
he
pushed
up
his
sleeve
and
felt
his
arm
.
“
You
are
not
feverish
,
”
he
said
thoughtfully
,
“
and
such
flesh
as
you
have
gained
is
healthy
.
If
you
can
keep
this
up
,
my
boy
,
we
need
not
talk
of
dying
.
Your
father
will
be
happy
to
hear
of
this
remarkable
improvement
.
”
“
I
won
’
t
have
him
told
!
”
Colin
broke
forth
fiercely
.
“
It
will
only
disappoint
him
if
I
get
worse
again
—
and
I
may
get
worse
this
very
night
.
I
might
have
a
raging
fever
.
I
feel
as
if
I
might
be
beginning
to
have
one
now
.
I
won
’
t
have
letters
written
to
my
father
—
I
won
’
t
—
I
won
’
t
!
You
are
making
me
angry
and
you
know
that
is
bad
for
me
.
I
feel
hot
already
.
I
hate
being
written
about
and
being
talked
over
as
much
as
I
hate
being
stared
at
!
”
“
Hush
-
h
!
my
boy
,
”
Dr
.
Craven
soothed
him
.
“
Nothing
shall
be
written
without
your
permission
.
You
are
too
sensitive
about
things
.
You
must
not
undo
the
good
which
has
been
done
.
”
He
said
no
more
about
writing
to
Mr
.
Craven
and
when
he
saw
the
nurse
he
privately
warned
her
that
such
a
possibility
must
not
be
mentioned
to
the
patient
.
“
The
boy
is
extraordinarily
better
,
”
he
said
.
“
His
advance
seems
almost
abnormal
.
But
of
course
he
is
doing
now
of
his
own
free
will
what
we
could
not
make
him
do
before
.
Still
,
he
excites
himself
very
easily
and
nothing
must
be
said
to
irritate
him
.
”
Mary
and
Colin
were
much
alarmed
and
talked
together
anxiously
.
From
this
time
dated
their
plan
of
“
play
actin
’
.
”
“
I
may
be
obliged
to
have
a
tantrum
,
”
said
Colin
regretfully
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
to
have
one
and
I
’
m
not
miserable
enough
now
to
work
myself
into
a
big
one
.
Perhaps
I
couldn
’
t
have
one
at
all
.
That
lump
doesn
’
t
come
in
my
throat
now
and
I
keep
thinking
of
nice
things
instead
of
horrible
ones
.
But
if
they
talk
about
writing
to
my
father
I
shall
have
to
do
something
.
”
He
made
up
his
mind
to
eat
less
,
but
unfortunately
it
was
not
possible
to
carry
out
this
brilliant
idea
when
he
wakened
each
morning
with
an
amazing
appetite
and
the
table
near
his
sofa
was
set
with
a
breakfast
of
home
-
made
bread
and
fresh
butter
,
snow
-
white
eggs
,
raspberry
jam
and
clotted
cream
.
Mary
always
breakfasted
with
him
and
when
they
found
themselves
at
the
table
—
particularly
if
there
were
delicate
slices
of
sizzling
ham
sending
forth
tempting
odors
from
under
a
hot
silver
cover
—
they
would
look
into
each
other
’
s
eyes
in
desperation
.
