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looked at him. “His head.”
“Right at the exact point of the chin, a small bruise. A cut so small—they can close it with one stitch. And a little blue bruise on his lower lip. It wasn’t even swollen.”
“That’s all,” she said.
“All.” Hannah said.
“That’s all,” Andrew said. “The doctor said it was concussion of the brain. It was instantaneous.”
She was silent; he felt that she must be doubting it. Christ, he thought furiously, at least she could be spared that!
“He can’t have suffered, Mary, not even for a fraction of a second. Mary, I saw his face. There wasn’t a glimmer of pain in it. Only—a kind of surprise. Startled.”
Still she said nothing. I’ve got to make her sure of it, he thought. How in heaven’s name can I make it clearer? If necessary, I’ll get hold of the doctor and make him tell her hims ...
“He never knew he was dying,” she said. “Not a minute, not one moment, to know, ‘my is ending.’ ”
Hannah put a quick hand to her shoulder; Andrew dropped to his knees before her