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"Not in a case of poisoning." Mrs. Cavendish's clear voice startled me. "Dr.
Bauerstein was saying yesterday that, owing to the general ignorance of the
more uncommon poisons among the medical profession, there were
probably countless cases of poisoning quite unsuspected."
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Why, Mary, what a gruesome conversation!" cried Mrs. Inglethorp. "It
makes me feel as if a goose were walking over my grave. Oh, there's
Cynthia!"
A young girl in V. A. D. uniform ran lightly across the lawn.
"Why, Cynthia, you are late to-day. This is Mr. Hastings--Miss Murdoch."
Cynthia Murdoch was a fresh-looking young creature, full of life and vigour.
She tossed off her little V. A. D. cap, and I admired the great loose waves of
her auburn hair, and the smallness and whiteness of the hand she held out
to claim her tea. With dark eyes and eyelashes she would have been a
beauty.
She flung herself down on the ground beside John, and as I handed her a
plate of sandwiches she smiled up at me.
"
Sit down here on the grass, do. It's ever so much nicer."
I dropped down obediently.
You work at Tadminster, don't you, Miss Murdoch?"
She nodded.
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For my sins."
Do they bully you, then?" I asked, smiling.
I should like to see them!" cried Cynthia with dignity.
I have got a cousin who is nursing," I remarked. "And she is terrified of
'Sisters'."
"I don't wonder. Sisters are, you know, Mr. Hastings. They simp--ly are!
You've no idea! But I'm not a nurse, thank heaven, I work in the
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