Henri Rousseau The Sleeping Gypsy painting

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I’ll take care,” Mary said.
“It’s just the thing for shock,” Hannah said.
Andrew poured two small straight drinks and gave one to his aunt; they drank them off quickly and took water, and he prepared two pale highballs.
“Now, Andrew, I want to hear all about it,” Mary said.
He looked at Hannah.
“Mary,” he said. “Mama and Papa’ll be here any minute. You’d just have to hear it all over again. I’ll tell you, of course, if you prefer, right away but—could you wait?”
But even as he was speaking she was nodding, and Hannah was saying, “Yes, child,” as all three thought of the confusions and repetitions which were, at best, inevitable. Now after a moment Mary said, “Anyway, you say he didn’t have to suffer. Instantly, you said.”
He nodded, and said, “Mary, I saw him—at Roberts’. There was just one mark on his body.”