He was wildly fighting his pain still when two persons, who, after
ringing and ringing, had finally been let in by Jenifer's key, stood
where the door had been.
"My God," cried one, in terror. "He's crazy! Come away!"
But the other, without a word or sign of fear, went up to that
wild-looking figure, and put her hand in his.
Peter stopped his crazed stride.
"I can't think, I tell you. I can't think as long as you lie there on
the rug. And your eyes blaze so. They feel just like balls of fire."
"Please sit down, Peter. Please? For my sake. Here. Here is the chair.
Please sit down."
Peter sank back in the chair. "I tell you I can't think. They do nothing
but burn. It's the petroleum!" He started forward, but a slender arm
arrested his attempt to rise, and he sank back again as if it had some
power over him.
"Hyah, miss. Foh de lub ub heaben, put some ub dis yar on he eyes," said
Jenifer, who had appeared with a bottle, and was blubbering enough to
supply a whole whaling fleet.
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