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and most tender touch would at times make her
shrick with agony. It was late in the evening
of this second day when the physician, Dr. Foster,
arrived. He proceeded, after a few minutes’ con-
versation with Mr. Lovett, to his patient’s room.
Dr. Foster had known Lucy from her infancy,
and, as he had always been very kind in his man-
ner to her, she was much attached to him. As
he now advanced to her bed, she turned her cyes
on him with apparent intelligence.

“How d’ye do, Lucy?” said the doctor, in
such cheerful tones, that they sounded strangely
in that room, where only pain and sorrow had
been heard for so many hours. Perhaps their
cheerfulness made Lucy recognise them; for,
though she had not seemed to know any one
during the day, she replied, “How d’ye do,
doctor ?”’

“How do you feel now?” said Dr. Foster,
taking her hand. She shrank from his touch,
and said, “You hurt me; I am all bruised where
T fell.”

“Did she fall?” asked the doctor.

Lucy seemed to catch the word “fall,” snd