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"Of course we can be cured, you doctors can do everything these
days. How long will we have to stay on the island?" she went on.

"Can't you understand," snapped Madame, as i f tired of the
scene, "that it will be for life? Leprosy can't be cured."

Sophy leaped from her chair, which crashed over behind her, she
caught the doctor by both shoulders and shook him, asking fiercely,
"Is that so? Tell me, is that so? Must I go away from all the
fun? Why, good God, Doctor, I can't! I tell you, I can't!"

She burst into a storm of tears. The doctor, holding her gently
by both arms, put her into the chair behind which Cimbria stood,
silent and white, but with dry eyes. She put out her hands and
drew Sophy's head to her breast.

"That's right, Doctor," she said steadily, "we belong together,
your place is over there."

She pointed across the office to Madame who, in answer to a
knock had opened the door to a man in uniform.

"The ambulance you telephoned for, is here, Dr. Harris," he
said touching his cap.

M A U D B. COLCORD, Gamma.