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"I don't know that there's anything more the matter with her than
usual," returned Jan, sitting down on a side-table. "She has been going
in some time for apoplexy."
"Oh, Jan!" uttered Lucy.
"So she has, Miss Lucy--as Dr. West has said. _I_ have not attended
her."
"Has she been told it, Jan?"
"Where's the good of telling her?" asked Jan. "She knows it fast
enough. She'd not forego a meal, if she saw the fit coming on before
night. Tynn came round to me, just now, and said his mistress felt
poorly. The Australian mail is in," continued Jan, passing to another
subject.
"Is it?" cried Decima.
Jan nodded.
"I met the postman as I was coming out, and he told me. I suppose
there'll be news from Fred and Sibylla."
After this little item of information, which called the colour into
Lucy's cheek--she best knew why--but which Lionel appeared to listen to
impassively, Jan got off the table--
"Good-bye, Lionel," said he, holding out his hand.
"What's your hurry, Jan?" asked Lionel.
"Ask my patients," responded Jan, "I am off the first thing to Mrs.


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