Go home , before it 's too late . '' Eunice pushed open the door resolutely and went in . `` It 's too late now . I 'm here , and I mean to stay and nurse you , if it 's the smallpox you 've got . Maybe it 's not . Just now , when a person has a finger-ache , he thinks it 's smallpox . Anyhow , whatever it is , you ought to be in bed and looked after . You 'll catch cold . Let me get a light and have a look at you . '' Christopher had sunk into a chair . His natural selfishness reasserted itself , and he made no further effort to dissuade Eunice . She got a lamp and set it on the table by him , while she scrutinized his face closely . `` You look feverish . What do you feel like ? When did you take sick ? '' `` Yesterday afternoon . I have chills and hot spells and pains in my back . Eunice , do you think it 's really smallpox ? And will I die ? '' He caught her hands , and looked imploringly up at her , as a child might have done .
XXXXX felt a wave of love and tenderness sweep warmly over her starved heart .
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