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, you must not think of it: you mustn't ask to go home." "I thought not," said Sissy. Mrs. Middleton asked her if she felt much pain. "I don't know," she said, and closed her eyes. Later, Henry Hardwicke sent in a message, and the old lady came out to speak to him. He was standing by an open casement in the passage, looking out at the sunset through the orchard boughs. "What is it, Harry?" she said. He started and turned round: "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Middleton, but I thought in case you wanted to send any telegrams--if--if--I mean I thought you might want to send some, and there is not very much time." She put her hand to her head. "I ought to, oughtn't I?" she said. "Who should be sent for?" "Mr. Hammond?" Hardwicke questioned doubtfully. Something like relief or pleasure lighted her sad eyes: "Yes, yes! send for Godfrey Hammond. He will come." She was about to leave him, but the young fellow stepped forward: "Mrs. Middleton"--was it the clear red light from the window that suddenly flushed his face?--"Mrs. Middleton, shall I send for Mr. Percival Thorne?" She stopped, looking strangely at him: something in his voice surprised her. "For Percival?" she said. "May I? I think he ought to come." The hot color was burning on his cheeks. What right had he to betray the secret which he believed he had discovered? And yet could he stand by and not speak for her when she had so little time in which to speak for herself? "Is it for his sake," said Mrs. Middleton, "or is it that you think--? Well, let it be so: send for Percival. Yes," she added, "perhaps I have misunderstood. Yes, send at once for Percival." "I'll go," said Harry, hurrying down the passage. "The message shall be sent off at once. I'll take it to Fordborough." "Must you go yourself?" Mrs. Middleton raised her voice a little as he moved away. "No: let me go," said Captain Fothergill, turning the farther corner: "I am going to Fordborough. What is it? I will take it. Mrs. Middleton, you will let me be your messenger?" "You are very good," she said.--"Harry, you will write--I can't. Oh, I must go back." And she vanished, leaving the two men face to face. "I've no telegraph-forms," said Harry after a pause. "If you would take the paper to my father, he will send the messages." Fothergill nodded silently, and went out to make ready for his journey. Hardwicke followed him, and stood in the porch pencilling on the back of an old l
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