"What it needs here is a woman," grumbled Jamieson to himself.
"All the time, for that matter. But this one's got to stay now, I
don't care who she is. There must be some one here to run things
for a month or two. Besides, she's got his life in her two hands,
some way. If she left now, might as well shoot him at once. Oh,
hell! when I die, I want to go to a womanless world. No I don't,
either!"
His decision he at last announced to Josephine herself when finally
the latter appeared to make inquiry regarding the sick master of
Tallwoods.
"My dear girl," said he, "I am a blunt man, not a very good doctor
maybe, and perhaps not much of a gentleman, I don't know--never
stopped to ask myself about it. But now, anyhow, I don't know how
you happened to be here, or who you are, or when you are going
away, and I'm not going to ask you about any of those things. What
I want to say is this: Mr. Dunwody is going to be a very sick man.
He hasn't got any sort of proper care here, there's no one to run
this place, and I can't stay here all the time myself.
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