He has been so sick -- '' `` Aunt Eleanor positively forbade that , '' said Frances dubiously . `` Will it be safe to disobey her ? '' Corona laughed . `` Miss Eleanor blames my poor shore people for making me sick at first , but it was really not that at all . And I want to see Jacky Hart so much . He has been ill for some time with some disease of the spine and he is worse lately . I 'm sure Miss Eleanor wo n't mind my calling just to see him . '' Frances turned Grey Tom down the shore road that ran to the Cove and past it to silvery , wind-swept sands , rimming sea expanses crystal clear . Jacky Hart 's home proved to be a tiny little place overflowing with children . Mrs. Hart was a pale , tired-looking woman with the patient , farseeing eyes so often found among the women who watch sea and shore every day and night of their lives for those who sometimes never return . She spoke of Jacky with the apathy of hopelessness . The doctor said he would not last much longer . She told all her troubles unreservedly to Corona in her monotonous voice . Her `` man '' was drinking again and the mackerel catch was poor . When Mrs. Hart asked Corona to go in and see Jacky , Frances went too . The sick boy , a child with a delicate , wasted face and large , bright eyes , lay in a tiny bedroom off the kitchen . The air was hot and heavy . Mrs. Hart stood at the foot of the bed with her tragic face . `` We have to set up nights with him now , '' she said . `` It 's awful hard on me and my man .
The neighbours are kind enough and come sometimes , but most XXXXX them have enough to do .
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