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Call
a
doctor
.
Wait
in
the
hall
.
When
he
comes
,
call
me
.
"
Aileen
,
conscious
of
things
being
done
for
Rita
,
of
sympathy
being
extended
to
her
,
tried
to
get
up
,
to
scream
again
;
but
she
could
n't
;
her
lord
and
master
held
her
in
an
ugly
hold
.
When
the
door
was
closed
he
said
again
:
"
Now
,
Aileen
,
will
you
hush
?
Will
you
let
me
get
up
and
talk
to
you
,
or
must
we
stay
here
all
night
?
Do
you
want
me
to
drop
you
forever
after
to-night
?
I
understand
all
about
this
,
but
I
am
in
control
now
,
and
I
am
going
to
stay
so
.
You
will
come
to
your
senses
and
be
reasonable
,
or
I
will
leave
you
to-morrow
as
sure
as
I
am
here
.
"
His
voice
rang
convincingly
.
"
Now
,
shall
we
talk
sensibly
,
or
will
you
go
on
making
a
fool
of
yourself
--
disgracing
me
,
disgracing
the
house
,
making
yourself
and
myself
the
laughing-stock
of
the
servants
,
the
neighborhood
,
the
city
?
This
is
a
fine
showing
you
've
made
to-day
.
Good
God
!
A
fine
showing
,
indeed
!
A
brawl
in
this
house
,
a
fight
!
I
thought
you
had
better
sense
--
more
self-respect
--
really
I
did
.
You
have
seriously
jeopardized
my
chances
here
in
Chicago
.
You
have
seriously
injured
and
possibly
killed
a
woman
.
You
could
even
be
hanged
for
that
.
Do
you
hear
me
?
"
"
Oh
,
let
them
hang
me
,
"
groaned
Aileen
.
"
I
want
to
die
.
"
He
took
away
his
hand
from
her
mouth
,
loosened
his
grip
upon
her
arms
,
and
let
her
get
to
her
feet
.
She
was
still
torrential
,
impetuous
,
ready
to
upbraid
him
,
but
once
standing
she
was
confronted
by
him
,
cold
,
commanding
,
fixing
her
with
a
fishy
eye
.
He
wore
a
look
now
she
had
never
seen
on
his
face
before
--
a
hard
,
wintry
,
dynamic
flare
,
which
no
one
but
his
commercial
enemies
,
and
only
those
occasionally
,
had
seen
.
"
Now
stop
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Not
one
more
word
!
Not
one
!
Do
you
hear
me
?
"
She
wavered
,
quailed
,
gave
way
.
All
the
fury
of
her
tempestuous
soul
fell
,
as
the
sea
falls
under
a
lapse
of
wind
.
She
had
had
it
in
heart
,
on
her
lips
,
to
cry
again
,
"
You
dog
!
you
brute
!
"
and
a
hundred
other
terrible
,
useless
things
,
but
somehow
,
under
the
pressure
of
his
gaze
,
the
hardness
of
his
heart
,
the
words
on
her
lips
died
away
.
She
looked
at
him
uncertainly
for
a
moment
,
then
,
turning
,
she
threw
herself
on
the
bed
near
by
,
clutched
her
cheeks
and
mouth
and
eyes
,
and
,
rocking
back
and
forth
in
an
agony
of
woe
,
she
began
to
sob
:
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
my
God
!
My
heart
!
My
life
!
I
want
to
die
!
I
want
to
die
!
"
Standing
there
watching
her
,
there
suddenly
came
to
Cowperwood
a
keen
sense
of
her
soul
hurt
,
her
heart
hurt
,
and
he
was
moved
.
"
Aileen
,
"
he
said
,
after
a
moment
or
two
,
coming
over
and
touching
her
quite
gently
,
"
Aileen
!
Do
n't
cry
so
.
I
have
n't
left
you
yet
.
Your
life
is
n't
utterly
ruined
.
Do
n't
cry
.
This
is
bad
business
,
but
perhaps
it
is
not
without
remedy
.
Come
now
,
pull
yourself
together
,
Aileen
!
"
