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"Miss Weems, can you get a doctor for him? Joe is my only son. If anything should happen--"
"I'm all right, Mother--scratched, that's all." However, he sat down, glad to do it. Annie Weems came over to him and undid the bandages. Swift, silent, sure of herself, she only glanced--then led Joe to a bathroom, where Hawkes pushed up a chair behind him and Amrita produced medicated cotton and a basin, pushing Hawkes out of the way. Joe let go--leaned back--hardly knew that his head was resting on Amrita's bosom; but he felt a relief that was almost like sleep as her fingers touched his temples and passed through his hair. His mother ceased to have any importance in the scheme of things. Amrita was essential. And the strangest part was, that he seemed always to have known Amrita--always to have trusted Annie Weems--always to have liked Hawkes. He neither belonged to his mother, nor she to him.