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O as well as any time." And as a matter of fact, the telegram duly
arrived three days later--by which time the new arrivals had shaken
down, and there seemed some prospect of domestic peace in the Home for
Tired People. CHAPTER VI KIDNAPPING Mrs. Hunt came slowly down the steps
of a Park Lane mansion, now used as an officers' hospital. She was tired
and dispirited; her steps dragged as she made her way towards
Piccadilly. Beneath her veil her pretty face showed white, with lines of
anxiety deepening it. An officer, hurrying by, stopped and came eagerly
to speak to her. "How are you, Mrs. Hunt? And how's the Major?" "Not
very well," said Mrs. Hunt, answering the second part of the question.
"The operation was more successful than any he has had yet, but there
has been a good deal of pain, and he doesn't seem to pick up strength.
The doctors say that his hand now depends a good deal upon his general
health: he ought to live in the country, forget that there's a war on,
and get thoroughly fit." She sighed. "It's so easy for doctors to
prescribe these little things." "Yes--they all do it," said the other--a
captain in Major Hunt's regiment. "May I go to see him, do you think?"
"Oh, do," Mrs. Hunt answered. "It will cheer him up; and anything that
will do that is good. He's terribly depressed, poor old boy." She said
good-bye, and went on wearily. It was a warm afternoon for October.
Norah Linton and her father had come up to London by an early train,
and, after much shopping, h