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farther end of the bench where they were standing. `We must get her out of this, Luttrell; you must get her out of it, or I shall go mad myself.'
`It's more serious than I had thought,' said the doctor. `Has she a mother she could go to for a few days?'
`Yes, but she lives up in town-a kind, fussy woman, not the sort of person who would be much help in an emergency.'
`Never mind! She's her mother. Your wife must go off to-night. I give you my most solemn assurance that away from this place she will be all right. I can't explain now, but I'm absolutely sure of it. She can pack her bag at once, and I'll see her to the station and into the 6.20. No, I wouldn't come with her, if I were you. It might only disturb her. You can write out a telegram to her mother and I'll send it off on my way back, because I'm coming back to see you. I shall bring you a stiff sleeping-draught. You've had about as much as a man can stand. Leave me to settle things with Mrs. Saxon. And mind, she shall come back as soon as that missionary friend of hers can come and stay with you.'
`Luttrell, you're a true friend,' said Saxon with emotion. ` I don't know what-'
`Pooh! my dear fellow, you would do the same for me, if I were in your place. It 's all in the day's work. Just leave it all to Mrs. Saxon and me.'
Saxon went to bed that night with a feeling of relief. Decisions, and wise decisions too, had been made for him, and in the making of them he was conscious of events being controlled by one in whom he could put implicit trust. He drank his sleeping-draught, nor had he long to wait before the kindly mists of oblivion blotted out the memories of that eventful day.

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