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There was an agony in her eyes that forbade the truth, so I lied to her.
"I can comfort you as to that, at least. Your husband died of entirely natural causes--from a blood clot in the brain. My examination satisfied me thoroughly as to that. You had nothing to do with it. As for the doll--you had an unusually vivid dream, that is all."