8/20 Can't I see him ?" he continued in a lower key. He had his coat off and had hung it on the rack, she following him into the sitting-room, absorbing every inch of his strong, well-knit body from his short-cropped hair where the bandages had been wound, down to the sprained wrist which was still in splints. She noted, too, with a little choke in her throat, the shadows under the cheek bones and the thinness of the nose. She could see plainly how he had suffered. "He still has one degree of fever." "I have two degrees myself," Jack laughed softly,--"one records how anxious I was to get out of my cell and the other how eager I was to get here. |