They stood together an hour later, Thurly and Tasha, in the little hospital waiting-room, while Mr. Endicott made some arrangements for the next day. For the moment they had the room to themselves, but there seemed suddenly a shyness upon them both. “I can never thank you for this,” said Tasha, lifting her tired face to look at him. “It seems as though I could not have got through without you. It seems as though you are always coming to help me out just when I am utterly at the limit.” “If you knew how glad I am to…
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