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first thing he grew aware of was that a tall elegant woman was standing
over him, looking at him with a half puzzled and half horrified air.
Vaguely he wondered who it might be. The tall form and cold handsome
face were so familiar to him, and yet he could not recall the name.
It was not till she spoke that his numbed brain realized that he was
looking on his own wife.
"Well, dear," she said, "I am so glad that you are better. You
frightened me out of my wits. I thought you were drowned."
"Thank you, Honoria," he said faintly, and then groaned as a fresh
attack of tingling pain shook him through and through.
"I hope nobody said anything to Effie," Geoffrey said presently.
"Yes, the child would not go to bed because you were not back, and when
the policeman came she heard him tell Mrs. Jones that you were drowned,
and she has been almost in a fit ever since. They had to hold her to
prevent her from running here."
Geoffrey's white face assumed an air of the deepest distress. "How could
you frighten the child so?" he murmured. "Please go and tell her that I
am all right.


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