The Shoulders of Atlas

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A shock? said Henry. Sylvia echoed him. A shock! she gasped. Yes, I thought you hadn’t heard of it.
I’ve been in the house all day, said Sylvia. I hadn’t seen a soul before you came in. She rose. Who’s taking care of her? she asked. She ain’t all alone?
Sit down, said Sidney. She’s well cared for. Miss Babcock is there. She happened to be out of a place, and Dr. Wallace got her right away.
Is she going to get over it? asked Sylvia, anxiously. I must go over there, anyway, this evening. I always thought a good deal of Abrahama.
You might as well go over there, said the lawyer. It isn’t quite the thing for me to tell you, but I’m going to. If Henry here can eat flapjacks like those you make, Sylvia, and not say grace, his state of mind is dangerous. I am going to tell you. Dr. Wallace says Abrahama can’t live more than a day or two, and – she has made a will and left you all her property.