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 As we drove out a dreadfully cold wind caught us and I shook all over my body, and she also. I saw how cold she looked: she coughed terribly and held her handkerchief to her mouth. I looked at the handkerchief, blood was to be seen upon it. At once, as if a pin pricked me, “Oh, Miss,” I said, “how can you do thus? You are very ill, and look in what weather you are driving, the cold is dreadful. How can you?” I said. She threw upon me a glance for one moment, and then, as if boiling over with passion, she exclaimed: “What is the matter with you? Are you a fool? Don’t you understand that I am not driving of my own free will. You are splendid!” she said. “He drives me himself, and still he appears to have some sympathy….”

“Could you not let the authorities know your state?” I asked, “it would be better to stay in hospital than to drive in such weather as this.