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So I came home. And now then, doctor your turn! What were you after, down there at Barthorpe?" Bryce meditated his answer for a good five minutes.
"My rule," replied the banker, "is, don't do it. Debt is slavery, and there is an ugly kink in human nature that disposes it to be content with slavery. No, sir; gift-making and gift-taking are twins of a bad blood." The speaker turned to Dr. Sevier for approval; but, though the Doctor could not gainsay the fraction of a point, he was silent.
Master Simpkins took care to agree with the Doctor. "And how could you," resumed Dr.
The doctor mentioned the fact that he had that morning received letters from their parents and friends, announcing their arrival; but the oddity of it was that he seemed to know, at sight, the right name for each boy, and the right boy for each name. "He might have guessed at Dick," thought Ford; "but how did he know me?"
Doctor Plausible had been summoned to prescribe for Miss Laura Revel, who suffered extremely from the motion of the vessel, and the remedies which she had applied to relieve her uneasiness. Miss Laura Revel had been told by somebody, previous to her embarkation, that the most effectual remedy for sea-sickness was gingerbread.
"That he was only run down to see how we get along, and to tell us to be all ready for an early start. We are going to Cuba." "We?" "Yes," with a grim smile and nod, "we. You, and me, and Doctor Oleander." "Oh, nurse " "Hush! Hear me out I can stay but a minute. He is going to take you to Cuba. His affairs are nearly arranged. He means to start on Friday night this is Tuesday.
They didn't let me go but when the crowd came back about midnight, and they carried dad up to his room, and sent for a doctor, one of the horse race men who went along told me all about it.
The last thing before going to bed, the Doctor had locked up some valuables in the dining-room cupboard; and behold, when he rose again, as he did about four o'clock, the cupboard had been broken open, and the valuables in question had disappeared.
Nellie felt that she was uttering a false and undeserved insult, but for her husband's sake she was capable of forgetting logic, tact, sympathy for others. . . . In reply to her threats, the doctor greedily gulped a glass of cold water. Nellie fell to entreating and imploring like the very lowest beggar. . . . At last the doctor gave way.
"What has kept you in this dreary city, Doctor Isaacson," she said. "I thought I was absolutely alone in it." "People are still thinking they are ill." "And you are still telling them they are not?" "That depends!" "I believe you have adopted that idea, that no one is ill, as a curative method. And really there may be something in it. I fancied I was ill. You told me I was well.
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