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When he woke, feeling very sick and so stiff and sore that he could scarcely move, the broad daylight was streaming through the blinds. The place was perfectly quiet, for the doctor's assistant who had brought him back to life, and who lay upon a couch at the further end of the room, slept the sleep of youth and complete exhaustion.
A man in his condition has no more sense than a baby." Now, although these words of the doctor's really made Mr. Li angry, he was too ill to reply, for all this time his head had been growing hotter and hotter, until at last a feverish sleep overtook him. No sooner had he closed his eyes than his faithful servant, half-famished, rushed out of the room to join his fellows at their mid-day meal.
Frankleyn, a Doctor's wife, a friend of Mr. Bowyer's.
She knew the faded rugs, and the study door that swallowed up her father every day, and the table where Alix had put a great bowl of buttercups, and the glass-paned door at the back through which the doctor's girls had looked out at many a frosty morning, and red sunset, and sun-steeped summer afternoon.
Sir Richmond noted how the doctor's chair creaked as he rolled to and fro with the uneasiness of these intimate utterances. "I agree," said Sir Richmond presently. "One DOES think in this fashion. Something in this fashion. What one calls one's work does belong to something much bigger than ourselves. "Something much bigger," he expanded.
The doctor's wife, holding her door open, as best she could, in the violent wind, had hardly given this information to the little snow-bedraggled object standing out there in the inky darkness, through which the lantern made a faint circle of light, before she had disappeared. "She went like a speerit," said the good woman, staring out into the blackness in amazement.
And of course if you do, I can be glad for that. Do you?" A swift something crossed the doctor's face that Pollyanna could not quite translate. "Only time can tell that, little girl," he said gently; then he turned a grave face toward Dr. Warren, who had just come to the bedside. Every one said afterward that it was the cat that did it.
"Providing the bears did not disturb him," answered Giant. "By the way, what are you going to do about that bear we shot?" "Oh, we'll go after him later on," answered the doctor's son. "Perhaps he'll get away." "I think we can trail him by his blood," said Snap. "He was certainly wounded quite a bit. I think he is dead." They walked on through the big cave, finally reaching the other end.
"Yes," she said. "And I warned him. Tell me, is he very ill?" "He requires rest, careful nursing, absolute quiet " "All that he can have at the Manor," said the girl softly. She met the doctor's eyes and looked away, a faint colour tingeing her cheeks. "Will you go and telephone to father? I will take him back in the car now if he is well enough to be moved."
It seemed so natural to Jane to be pouring out the doctor's tea, and to watch him putting a liberal allowance of salt on the thin bread-and-butter, and then folding it over with the careful accuracy which had always characterised his smallest action.
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