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Jerry was sitting up in bed; he was so far better that no serious illness was now to be feared, but he was weak and depressed, feeling vaguely "sorry for himself," not quite sure what he wanted, nor eager to profit by the doctor's permission to get up in the afternoon, and go down to have tea in the drawing-room.
He glanced up listlessly as Charlotte came in.