"And he will come
back this way to fetch it. He would not let _me_ be the last man to
leave the house..." I walked up the road very slowly, keeping a
lookout either way, and stopped at the edge of the wood. At last, after
half an hour's waiting, the Doctor came walking towards me; he had seen
me, and was walking quickly. Before he had time to speak I lifted my
cap, to try him. He raised his hat in return. I went straight up to him
and said:
"I gave you no greeting."
He came a step nearer and stared at me.
"You gave me no greeting...?"
"No," said I.
Pause.
"Why, it is all the same to me what you did," he said, turning pale. "I
was going to fetch my stick; I left it behind." I could say nothing in
answer to this, but I took my revenge another way; I stretched out my
gun before him, as if he were a dog, and said:
"Over!"
And I whistled, as if coaxing him to jump over.
For a moment he struggled with himself; his face took on the strangest
play of expression as he pressed his lips together and held his eyes
fixed on the ground. Suddenly he looked at me sharply; a half smile lit
up his features, and he said:
"What do you really mean by all this?"
I did not answer, but his words affected me.
Suddenly he held out his hand to me, and said gently:
"There is something wrong with you.
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