But at present these thoughts only came to him in glimpses; he was exhausted now of emotion and speculation.  He regarded the pitiless facts with a sunken, unenergetic attention, and wondered when he would be called again upstairs.

There came a footstep outside; it hesitated, then the street door was pushed open and the step came in, up to the room door, and a small face, pinched with cold, its eyes all burning, looked at him.

“Come in, Jimmie,” he whispered.

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And so the two sat, huddled one against the other, and the man felt again and again a shudder, though not of cold, shake the little body at his side.

(V)

Ten minutes later a step came down the stairs, a little hurriedly, though on tip-toe; and Mrs. Partington, her own thin face lined with sleeplessness and emotion, and her lips set, nodded at him emphatically.  He understood, and went quickly past her, followed closely by the child, and up the narrow stairs....  He heard the street-door close behind him as the woman left the house.

It seemed to him as he came into the room as if he had stepped clean out of one world into another.  And the sense of it was so sudden and abrupt that he stood for an instant on the threshold amazed at the transition.

First, it was the absolute stillness and motionlessness of the room that impressed him, so far as any one element predominated.  There were persons in the room, but they were as statues.

On the farther side of the bed, decent now and arranged and standing out across the room, kneeled the two men, Jack Kirkby and Dick Guiseley, but they neither lifted their eyes nor showed the faintest consciousness of his presence as he entered.  Their faces were in shadow:  behind them was the cold patch of the window, and a candle within half an inch of extinction stood also behind them on a table in the corner, with one or two covered vessels and instruments.

The nurse kneeled on this side, one arm beneath the pillow and the other on the counterpane.

And then there was Frank.

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He lay perfectly still upon his back, his hands clasped before him (and even these were bandaged).  His head lay high on three or four pillows, and he wore what looked like a sort of cap, wholly hiding his hair and ears.  His profile alone showed clear-cut and distinct against the gloom in the corner behind.  His face was entirely tranquil, as pale as ivory; his lips were closed.  His eyes alone were alive.

Presently those turned a little, and the man standing at the door, understanding the look, came forward and kneeled too by the bed.

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