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I
suggested
that
he
should
get
a
thermometer
,
and
a
few
grapes
,
and
some
bread
.
Stroeve
,
glad
to
make
himself
useful
,
clattered
down
the
stairs
.
"
Damned
fool
,
"
muttered
Strickland
.
I
felt
his
pulse
.
It
was
beating
quickly
and
feebly
.
I
asked
him
one
or
two
questions
,
but
he
would
not
answer
,
and
when
I
pressed
him
he
turned
his
face
irritably
to
the
wall
.
The
only
thing
was
to
wait
in
silence
.
In
ten
minutes
Stroeve
,
panting
,
came
back
.
Besides
what
I
had
suggested
,
he
brought
candles
,
and
meat
-
juice
,
and
a
spirit
-
lamp
.
He
was
a
practical
little
fellow
,
and
without
delay
set
about
making
bread
-
and
-
milk
.
I
took
Strickland
’
s
temperature
.
It
was
a
hundred
and
four
.
He
was
obviously
very
ill
.
Presently
we
left
him
.
Dirk
was
going
home
to
dinner
,
and
I
proposed
to
find
a
doctor
and
bring
him
to
see
Strickland
;
but
when
we
got
down
into
the
street
,
fresh
after
the
stuffy
attic
,
the
Dutchman
begged
me
to
go
immediately
to
his
studio
.
He
had
something
in
mind
which
he
would
not
tell
me
,
but
he
insisted
that
it
was
very
necessary
for
me
to
accompany
him
.
Since
I
did
not
think
a
doctor
could
at
the
moment
do
any
more
than
we
had
done
,
I
consented
.
We
found
Blanche
Stroeve
laying
the
table
for
dinner
.
Dirk
went
up
to
her
,
and
took
both
her
hands
.
"
Dear
one
,
I
want
you
to
do
something
for
me
,
"
he
said
.
She
looked
at
him
with
the
grave
cheerfulness
which
was
one
of
her
charms
.
His
red
face
was
shining
with
sweat
,
and
he
had
a
look
of
comic
agitation
,
but
there
was
in
his
round
,
surprised
eyes
an
eager
light
.
"
Strickland
is
very
ill
.
He
may
be
dying
.
He
is
alone
in
a
filthy
attic
,
and
there
is
not
a
soul
to
look
after
him
.
I
want
you
to
let
me
bring
him
here
.
"
She
withdrew
her
hands
quickly
,
I
had
never
seen
her
make
so
rapid
a
movement
;
and
her
cheeks
flushed
.
"
Oh
no
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
dear
one
,
don
’
t
refuse
.
I
couldn
’
t
bear
to
leave
him
where
he
is
.
I
shouldn
’
t
sleep
a
wink
for
thinking
of
him
.
"
