Nevertheless it was approaching. One day Orpha came to me with the report that her father was worse -- that the doctor was looking very sober and that Edgar, whose week it was to give what aid and comfort he could in the sick room, complained that for the first time during his uncle's illness he had failed to find any means of diverting him even for a moment.
As she said this her look wandered anywhere but to my face.
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