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her reddened back and shoulders. It felt as though red-

hot needles were stinging along her skin. Her head

swam dizzyingly. She looked at Marc, her eyes filling

with tears.

“Oh, good God!” he groaned, and the next minute had

picked her up into his arms and was carrying her, like a

child, into the house.

CHAPTER SIX

The doctor was back next day and tut-tutted over her,

waving his small hands and talking rapidly in Greek to

Pallas.

“He says you have been very silly,” Pallas translated,

smiling sympathetically.

Kate had had a bad night. She had tossed restlessly,

her whole body apparently on fire. “I didn’t realise the

sun was so hot,” she said wearily, on the point of tears

again. She could not understand why she felt so

emotionally disturbed. The slightest thing made her

burst out crying.

The doctor bent over, shaking his head and spoke

again.

Pallas translated again. “He says that the sun was

unusually hot yesterday, but you should never go to

sleep in the sun at any time. And he says,” she paused,

listening, “he says that the lotion should help, but the

pain will be bad for another day or two. And you are to

stay in bed and do absolutely nothing until he comes

again. It is an illness which makes you depressed, like

influenza, so try not to cry.”

Kate looked up at the doctor and smiled faintly.