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The Heart of Rachael by Kathleen Thompson Norris
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too unwell to join them, so I went for him with the little car,
and Mr. Joe Butler and Mr. Parks came home with him, Mrs.
Breckenridge."

"Do you know if he went to bed last night at all?"

"No, ma'am, he said he did not. All the gentlemen looked as if
they--looked as if they might have--" Alfred hesitated delicately.
"It was Mr. Berry Stokes' bachelor dinner," he presently added.

At this moment there was a convulsion in the bed, and the red face
of Clarence Breckenridge revealed itself. The eyes were
bloodstained, the usually pale skin flushed and oily, the fair,
thin hair tumbled across a high and well-developed forehead.
Rachael knew every movement of the red and swollen lips, every
tone of the querulous voice.

"Does Alfred have to stay up here doing a chambermaid's work?"
demanded the man of the house fretfully. "My God! Can you or can't
you manage--between your teas and card parties--to get someone
else to put this room in order?" He ended in a long moan, and
dropped his head again into the pillows.

"Do you know what he wants?" Rachael asked the man in a quick
whisper. "Go down and get it, then!"

"I'm co-o-old!" said the man in the bed, going into a sudden and
violent chill. "I've caught my death, I think. Joe made a punch--
some sort of an eggnog--eggs were bad, I think. I'm poisoned. The
stuff was rotten!" He sank mumbling back into the pillows.
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