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TRICKERY
Lighting his way with a tall, flickering candle, Father Benedict walked directly to the bed where Mrs. Hawthorne lay.
"How are you feeling?" he inquired with a show of sympathy.
"Dreadful," the woman murmured. "I must have a doctor."
"Do you really believe that a doctor can help you, my good woman?"
The question startled Mrs