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"
It
appears
that
her
vocal
cords
have
been
burnt
by
the
acid
.
"
Dirk
gave
a
low
cry
of
distress
.
I
asked
him
to
go
on
and
wait
for
me
at
the
entrance
,
for
I
wanted
to
say
something
to
the
nurse
.
He
did
not
ask
what
it
was
,
but
went
silently
.
He
seemed
to
have
lost
all
power
of
will
;
he
was
like
an
obedient
child
.
"
Has
she
told
you
why
she
did
it
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
.
She
won
’
t
speak
.
She
lies
on
her
back
quite
quietly
.
She
doesn
’
t
move
for
hours
at
a
time
.
But
she
cries
always
.
Her
pillow
is
all
wet
.
She
’
s
too
weak
to
use
a
handkerchief
,
and
the
tears
just
run
down
her
face
.
"
It
gave
me
a
sudden
wrench
of
the
heart
-
strings
.
I
could
have
killed
Strickland
then
,
and
I
knew
that
my
voice
was
trembling
when
I
bade
the
nurse
good
-
bye
.
I
found
Dirk
waiting
for
me
on
the
steps
.
He
seemed
to
see
nothing
,
and
did
not
notice
that
I
had
joined
him
till
I
touched
him
on
the
arm
.
We
walked
along
in
silence
.
I
tried
to
imagine
what
had
happened
to
drive
the
poor
creature
to
that
dreadful
step
I
presumed
that
Strickland
knew
what
had
happened
,
for
someone
must
have
been
to
see
him
from
the
police
,
and
he
must
have
made
his
statement
.
I
did
not
know
where
he
was
.
I
supposed
he
had
gone
back
to
the
shabby
attic
which
served
him
as
a
studio
.
It
was
curious
that
she
should
not
wish
to
see
him
.
Perhaps
she
refused
to
have
him
sent
for
because
she
knew
he
would
refuse
to
come
.
I
wondered
what
an
abyss
of
cruelty
she
must
have
looked
into
that
in
horror
she
refused
to
live
.
The
next
week
was
dreadful
.
Stroeve
went
twice
a
day
to
the
hospital
to
enquire
after
his
wife
,
who
still
declined
to
see
him
;
and
came
away
at
first
relieved
and
hopeful
because
he
was
told
that
she
seemed
to
be
growing
better
,
and
then
in
despair
because
,
the
complication
which
the
doctor
had
feared
having
ensued
,
recovery
was
impossible
.
The
nurse
was
pitiful
to
his
distress
,
but
she
had
little
to
say
that
could
console
him
.
The
poor
woman
lay
quite
still
,
refusing
to
speak
,
with
her
eyes
intent
,
as
though
she
watched
for
the
coming
of
death
.
It
could
now
be
only
the
question
of
a
day
or
two
;
and
when
,
late
one
evening
,
Stroeve
came
to
see
me
I
knew
it
was
to
tell
me
she
was
dead
.
He
was
absolutely
exhausted
.
His
volubility
had
left
him
at
last
,
and
he
sank
down
wearily
on
my
sofa
.
I
felt
that
no
words
of
condolence
availed
,
and
I
let
him
lie
there
quietly
.
I
feared
he
would
think
it
heartless
if
I
read
,
so
I
sat
by
the
window
,
smoking
a
pipe
,
till
he
felt
inclined
to
speak
.
"
You
’
ve
been
very
kind
to
me
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
Everyone
’
s
been
very
kind
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
"
I
said
,
a
little
embarrassed
.
