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THE Colonel found himself in for a month of nursing, or of something nearly approaching thereto. It was a novel position for him. He had always abhorred invalids and eschewed sick-rooms, with the self-indulgence of a man whose own comfort is his prime consideration.
And here he was suddenly, not far from his sixtieth year, after a long and undisturbed bachelor-life, with a frail little creature on his hands, broken-hearted at losing her mother, positively ill from mental stress, entirely dependent on the Colonel's generosity, and unconsciously able to turn him to right and to left with one glance of her sweet sad eyes.