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FANCHON was very ill that night. Her stormy nature had plunged into an eclipse, and she lay white and shivering, staring at the ceiling, her half-packed trunks around her. She would not let even Emily come near her -- only Miranda and the doctor, whom Daniel had summoned hastily. She had not tasted food since Leigh's shot, and she was worn out.
Dr. Barbour, prescribing food and quiet, made some gruff remarks to Mr. Carter.