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The light was too poor to see clearly, yet her color did indeed seem pale. He forced a confident note to his voice. "The doctor says he can find nothing wrong." "And we must trust the doctor." She cast him a brave smile. "I'm sure he knows far more than I." "Of course. And you shall be fine." Still…Reggie pulled his brows together. Doctors had been wrong before. "Is there anything you need?" "No, nothing." She brought her free hand to her mouth and coughed delicately. "Not a thing." A sense of complete helplessness washed through him. "Surely there is something I can do to make you feel better?" "You are a dear, dear boy for asking, but there is nothing I need. Well…perhaps…" She sighed. "No, I couldn't…no." "What is it, Mother?" She turned her head away. "No, it is too much to ask." Reggie glanced at Higgins, who nodded his encouragement. "Ask anything, anything at all." "If you insist. I should never presume otherwise." Her gaze met his. 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