In the meanwhile the lass in question lay stretched out on her back,
watching with hectic interest the hurried movements of the head nurse.
There wasn’t very much of Gretzel left; just a shriveled body, a thin
mouth, a straight, sensitive nose, a pair of blue eyes, and a wealth of
light hair. But the eyes were quite perfect. So deep and clear, so timid
and yet so wise were these that as they peered out of the haggardness
of their surroundings they gave the effect of a maid within a maid. It
was as though some other soul, unrelated to this pain-racked body, were
peering through the mask of her gaunt features. The eyes were younger
and fresher and stronger than the rest of her. At present they were
unusually alert.
In contrast to the isolated boarding-house room from which they had
brought her, life here fairly buzzed. The plaints and groanings of her
fellow patients, the shadow-like movements of the nurses, the constant
coming and going of the young doctors on their unknown errands, the
catlike tread of life through the night, the undercurrent of suspense,
and her own helplessness in the midst of it kept her on guard. The
nurses, drawn to her at once, tried to reassure her, but to little
purpose, because Gretzel believed nothing of what they whispered. People
had lied to her all her life. When her father had told her she would soon
be well and that then he would take her far out into the country, he had
lied. When her father was killed, her mother had lied to her, saying that
daddy had only gone away for a little while to prepare a home for them
both. Then her mother had died and every one had lied about that. They
said that she had gone to join daddy and that some day she would send for
Gretzel. Finally the landlady had lied when she had been hurried off into
the ambulance. This woman had assured Gretzel that she might possibly
find her mother at the hospital. She hadn’t found her mother—the nurses
had never heard of her mother. So now, with her thin lips tight together,
she listened, believing nothing, but kept her eyes wide open ready for
what might happen next.
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