With melancholy languor she held out her hand to the doctor. He took it, felt her pulse, looked her over quickly and keenly.
"Measles," he said crisply. "You'd better look out for the other girls, Miss Carewe."
Adelina sank back in her pillows with a sigh of profound despair.
"I might have known I wouldn't have anything romantic," she said with gloomy resignation.
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