Eunice did not pause . She went boldly through the yard and up the porch steps . He retreated before her and held the door . `` Eunice , you 're crazy , girl ! 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 .
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