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Sally grabbed and tugged Ann’s blocking arm, but failed to move it. “We have to come inside, Ann. They need our help.” “They don’t need your help, Sally: they’re beyond help. Deborah’s put them to bed.” “No!” Sally started to claw at Ann’s arm, but Wally reached his hands around her to grab her own arms. “Sally, she’s right that we can’t do anything. Is there a doctor nearby?” “In town.” Sally struggled against Wally’s grips, but only half-heartedly. “I thought it was over, I thought the epidemic was all over!” Ann only stared, unmoved, at her sister. “Let’s go into town, Sally,” Wally offered. “Let’s see what the doctor can do.” Sally allowed herself to be turned around and led away back down the steps she and Wally had dashed up not a minute before. He led her to the barn, and had her fetch one of the Darcys’ horses while he prepared the wagon for the animal. Wally was driving the wagon away from the barn and down the farm road within minutes. He glanced to his side at the silent and shocked Sally, then past one of her slumped shoulders at a stone-still Ann standing in the doorway beneath the lamplit window of her parents’ bedroom on the second floor.
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