Eunice saw her coming and met her at the door . `` Mercy on us ! '' gasped Caroline . `` Christopher 's sick and he thinks he 's got the smallpox . Where 's Charles ? '' Eunice tottered back against the door . Her hand went up to her side in a way that had been getting very common with her of late . Even in the midst of her excitement Caroline noticed it . `` Eunice , what makes you do that every time anything startles you ? '' she asked sharply . `` Is it anything about your heart ? '' `` I do n't -- know . A little pain -- it 's gone now . Did you say that Christopher has -- the smallpox ? '' `` Well , he says so himself , and it 's more than likely , considering the circumstances . I declare , I never got such a turn in my life . It 's a dreadful thing . I must find Charles at once -- there 'll be a hundred things to do . '' Eunice hardly heard her . Her mind was centered upon one idea .
Christopher was ill -- alone -- she must go XXXXX him .
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