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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN“Her ladyship wants you.” Fleur, hurrying along the passage to Cynthia’s room, wondered how many times in the last few days she had heard this request. Cynthia appeared to have taken a liking to her and she found herself being sent for continually. Sometimes it was something Cynthia required from the garden or the library, at others it was just a desire to chat. She was indeed, as the doctors confirmed, a very ill woman. It wrung Fleur’s heart to see her so frail, to watch her agonising fits of coughing, which left her each time more exhausted and at times almost prostrate after a severe haemorrhage. Fleur’s position these days was a strange one. She was with Cynthia for a large part of the day and then in the evening she would dine with Sir Norman. The Nurses had thei