He searched in his mind for the
location of suitable flats.
"Is it true that thou didst carry me in thine arms?" repeated
Christine.
He murmured into her mouth:
"Is it true? Can she doubt? The proof, then."
And he picked her up as though she had been a doll, and carried her
into the bedroom. As she lay on the bed, she raised her arm and looked
at the broken wrist-watch and sighed.
"My mascot. It is not a _blague_, my mascot."
Shortly afterwards she began to cry again, at first gently; then sobs
supervened.
"She must sleep," he said firmly.
She shook her head.
"I cannot. I have been too upset. It is impossible that I should
sleep."
"She must."
"Go and buy me a drug."
"If I go and buy her a drug, will she undress and get into bed while I
am away?"
She nodded.
Calling Marthe, and taking the latch-key of the street-door, he went
to his chemist's in Dover Street and bought some potassium bromide and
sal volatile. When he came back Marthe whispered to him:
"She sleeps. She has told me everything as I undressed her. The poor
child!"
Chapter 32
MRS. BRAIDING
G.J. went home at once, partly so that Christine should not be
disturbed, partly because he desired solitude in order to examine and
compose his mind.
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