She quickly slapped his hand away as he tried to shove her aside, tisking as she did so, and summoned two buckets - one for him to be sick in, and another filled with cool water she could dunk her rag in, which she did so now and wrung it out before dabbing it on his brow again. “Oh do stop trying to be such a martyr,” She admonished without venom. “I may not understand but I can tell you’re not exactly enjoying yourself on holiday. Let me help and quit fussing Mr. Iago.”
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