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calledpseudo-angina.It’sneverfatal—passesawaycompletelywithpropertreatment.Orsometimeswithashockofjoy.Haveyoubeentroubledmuchwithit?” “NotatallsinceMarch,”answeredValancy.Sherememberedthemarvellousfeelingofre-creationshehadhadwhenshesawBarneycominghomesafeafterthestorm.Hadthat“shockofjoy”curedher? “Thenlikelyyou’reallright.Itoldyouwhattodointheletteryoushouldhavegot.AndofcourseIsupposedyou’dgotoanotherdoctor.Child,whydidn’tyou?” “Ididn’twantanybodytoknow.” “Idiot,”saidDr.Trentbluntly.“Ican’tunderstandsuchfolly.AndpooroldMissSterling.Shemusthavegotyourletter—tellinghertherewasnothingseriousthematter.Well,well,itcouldn’thavemadeanydifference.Hercasewashopeless.Nothingthatshecouldhavedoneorleftundonecouldhavemadeanydifference.Iwassurprisedshelivedaslongasshedid—twomonths.Shewasherethatday—notlongbeforeyou.Ihatedtotellherthetruth.YouthinkI’mabluntoldcurmudgeon—andmylettersarebluntenough.Ican’tsoftenthings.ButI’masn