He folded the hands on her breast and beckoned to the nurse. Miss Deane gave the slightest nod. Then she walked silently to the hall phone and called a physician in the head office.
The man called John waited at her desk. He watched the house physician come in and disappear behind the screen. In a moment, he was out again. Then the orderlies arrived.
The women in the ward were silent. They watched with horror in their eyes.
"There," they seemed to say, "but for the grace of God, go 1".
Miss Deane was still prim and severe when she returned to her desk, She made a notation on the woman's chart and then turned to the man.
"Dr. Millwix," she said, "I want to thank you."
"Not at all," returned the man.
"I know it wasn't the thing to do, but I couldn't help myself. For a week now she seemed to know she would expire—and she begged all of us ío help locate her husband. When her sight failed, she kept saying "hurry, hurry.
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