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Book, page 181 / 351 punishment, the girl looks exactly like Mrs. Holt." "By Jove," said the doctor, "I couldn't just think who it was." He carried the babies from the room, lowered the blinds, and Kate tried to sleep, and did sleep, because she was so exhausted she could not keep awake. Later in the evening Aunt Ollie slipped in, and said George was in the woodhouse, almost crying himself to death, and begging to see her. "You tell him I'm too sick to be seen for at least a week," said Kate. "But, my dear, he's so broken up; he feels so badly," begged Aunt Ollie. "So do I," said Kate. "I feel entirely too badly to be worried over seeing him. I must take the babies now." "I do wish you would!" persisted Aunt Ollie. "Well, I won't," said Kate. "I don't care if I never see him again. He knows WHY he is crying; ask him." "I'll wager they ain't a word of truth in that tale they're telling," she said. Kate looked straight at her: "Well, for their sakes and my sake, and the babies' sake, don't TALK about it." "You poor thing!" said Aunt Ollie, "I'll do anything in the world to help you. If ever you need me, just call on me. I'll go start him back in a hurry." He came every night, but Kate steadily refused, until she felt able to sit up in a chair, to see him, or his mother when she came to see the babies. She had recovered rapidly, was over the painful part of nursing the babies, and had a long talk with Aunt
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