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Bailey, Temple, -1953

"The Tin Soldier"

"
She leaned towards him, bringing her neck against his hand. The little
curls of bright hair sprang up towards his fingers as he worked at the
obstinate catch. But he did his work steadily, and as she straightened
up again, he dropped the collar into her hand.
"If you will take my advice," he said, "you won't do a thing like that
again. People might not understand."
"You mean that they might think I had stolen it? I am not a thief,
Doctor--"
"Of course not. Do you think you have to tell me that? And are we
quarrelling, Hilda?"
She swung back to her normal calm. "I am tired and cross--"
"I know you are tired. I hope the day nurse will relieve you. I can
get two nurses, and let you off entirely."
She shook her head. "I'll stay here. I am interested in the case.
And I want to see it through. By the way, he has asked again for wine."
"He can't have it, I told you. You must say that my orders are strict."
He held out his hand. "Then you won't go to France with me?"
"Let me sleep on it,"--her fingers were firm on his own--"and don't
scold me any more."
"Did I scold?"
"Yes.


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