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"No ordinary blow," he commented;
"something very like a slung-shot or a loaded cane did that work. If I may
venture again to advise--unless mademoiselle is herself a surgeon--"
Her colour faded and she caught her breath sharply. "You think it as
serious as all that?"
"I do not know. Such a blow might easily fracture the skull, possibly bring
about a concussion of the brain. Regard, likewise, his laborious breathing.
I most assuredly advise consulting competent authority."
She did not immediately answer, turning back undivided attention to her
task; but he noticed that her hands were tremulous, however, dextrously
they finished dressing and bandaging the hurt; and deep distress troubled
the handsome eyes she turned to his when she rose.
"You are right," she murmured--"unquestionably right, monsieur. We must
have the surgeon in...."
But when Lanyard advanced a hand toward the bell-push, to call the steward,
she interposed in quick alarm:
"No--if you please, a moment; I must have time to think!" Her slender
fingers writhed together in her agony of doubt and irresolution.


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