What a pig she was. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. She had to school herself to speak the words which she knew would cut him like
a knife. Gwen and Alice were
fantastically friendly, which seemed to annoy him, and Mrs. He seemed safe from
the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he
had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still
prevailed. “Well, what is it?”
“Montague Hill is recovering consciousness,” he said.
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