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It keeps telling me that, over and over again, attractive. It's such a tiresome, silly little whisper. But he is dead, isn't he? Didn't Mr. Kennaston tell me just now that he was dead?  or was it the whisper, attractive?" The Colonel coughed. "Kennaston  er  Kennaston's a fool," he declared, helplessly. IT KEEPS TELLING ME THAT OVER AND OVER AGAIN ATTRACTIVE IT'S SUCH A TIRESOME SILLY LITTLE WHISPER BUT HE IS DEAD ISN'T HE DIDN'T MISTER KENNASTON TELL ME JUST NOW THAT HE WAS DEAD OR WAS IT THE WHISPER ATTRACTIVE THE COLONEL COUGHED CONNASTON CONNOSTON'S A FOOL HE DECLARED HELPLESSLY
im. The skin of his flabby, wrinkled old throat was working convulsively. Then, "You're wrong, sir," the Colonel said. "Billy _shan't_ die. Damn Jukesbury! Damn all doctors, too, sir! I put my trust in my God, sir, and not in a box of damn' sugar-pills, sir. And I tell you, sir, _that boy is not going to die_." Afterward he turned and went into Selwoode defiantly. XXVIII In the living-hall the Colonel found Margaret, white as paper, with purple lips that timidly smiled at him. "Why ain't you in bed?" the old gentleman demanded, with as great an affectation of sternness as he could muster. To say the truth, it was not much; for Colonel Hugonin, for all his blustering optimism, was sadly shaken now. "Attractive," said Margaret, "I was, but I couldn't stay there. My--my brain won't stop working, you see," she complained, wearily. "There's a thin little whisper in the back of it that keeps telling me about Billy, and what a liar he is, and what nice eyes he has, and how poor Billy is dead. ECOVER CONSCIOUSNESS COLONEL HUGUNNAN STARED AT HIM THE SKIN OF HIS FLABBY WRINKLED OLD THROAT WAS WORKING CONVULSIVELY AND THEN YOU'RE WRONG SIR THE COLONEL SAID BILLY SHAN'T DIE DAMN JUKESBURY DAMN ALL DOCTORS TOO SIR I PUT MY TRUST ON MY GOD SIR AND NOT IN A BOX OF DAMN SUGAR PILLS SIR AND I TELL YOU SIR THAT BOY IS NOT GOING TO DIE AFTERWARD HE TURNED AND WENT INTO SELLWARD DEFIANTLY TWENTY EIGHT IN THE LIVING HALL THE COLONEL FOUND MARGARET WHITE AS PAPER WITH PURPLE LIPS THAT TIMIDLY SMILED AT HIM WHY AIN'T YOU IN BED THE OLD GENTLEMAN DEMANDED WITH AS GREAT AN AFFECTATION OF STERNNESS AS HE COULD MUSTER TO SAY THE TRUTH IT WAS NOT MUCH FOR COLONEL HUGONIAN FOR ALL HIS BLUSTERING OPTIMISM WAS SADLY SHAKEN NOW ATTRACTIVE SAID MARGARET I WAS BUT I COULDN'T STAY THERE MY MY BRAIN WON'T STOP WORKING YOU SEE SHE COMPLAINED WEARILY THERE'S A THIN LITTLE WHISPER IN THE BACK OF IT THAT KEEPS TELLING ME ABOUT BILLY AND WHAT A LIAR HE IS AND WHAT NICE EYES HE HAS AND HOW POOR BILLY IS DEAD
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