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"
Hime
unable
to
do
anything
,
Madame
.
"
"
You
’
ve
got
to
wake
some
one
up
!
"
She
seized
him
by
the
shoulders
and
jerked
him
violently
.
"
It
’
s
a
matter
of
life
and
death
.
If
you
won
’
t
wake
some
one
a
terrible
thing
will
happen
to
you
—
"
"
Kindly
don
’
t
lay
hands
on
me
,
Madame
.
"
From
above
and
behind
the
porter
floated
down
a
weary
Groton
voice
.
"
What
is
it
there
?
"
The
porter
answered
with
relief
.
"
It
’
s
a
lady
,
sir
,
and
she
has
shook
me
.
"
He
had
stepped
back
to
speak
and
Baby
pushed
forward
into
the
hall
.
On
an
upper
landing
,
just
aroused
from
sleep
and
wrapped
in
a
white
embroidered
Persian
robe
,
stood
a
singular
young
man
.
His
face
was
of
a
monstrous
and
unnatural
pink
,
vivid
yet
dead
,
and
over
his
mouth
was
fastened
what
appeared
to
be
a
gag
.
When
he
saw
Baby
he
moved
his
head
back
into
a
shadow
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
he
repeated
.
Baby
told
him
,
in
her
agitation
edging
forward
to
the
stairs
.
In
the
course
of
her
story
she
realized
that
the
gag
was
in
reality
a
mustache
bandage
and
that
the
man
’
s
face
was
covered
with
pink
cold
cream
,
but
the
fact
fitted
quietly
into
the
nightmare
.
The
thing
to
do
,
she
cried
passionately
,
was
for
him
to
come
to
the
jail
with
her
at
once
and
get
Dick
out
.
"
It
’
s
a
bad
business
,
"
he
said
.
