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"He sent for me last night and asked me to take his case, won't have anything to do with Chessup. I had to get Chessup's permission. He seemed very glad to hand the case over to me." "Is he very bad?" "He hasn't a look-in, and he knows it. Complications; chronic Bright's disease. It seems he has nine children.
Trueman on his way from breakfast and handed him a written notice, signed D. T. Micks, Chief Steward. It stated that no more eggs or oranges could be furnished to patients, as the supply was exhausted. The doctor squinted at the paper. "I'm afraid that's your patient's death warrant. You'll never be able to keep him going on anything else. Why don't you go and talk it over with Chessup?
"Then Lieutenant Wheeler will lose his pal," said Dr. Trueman, who had just come in. Chessup stood for a moment frowning and pulling nervously at the brass buttons on his coat. He slid the bolt on his door and turning to his colleague said resolutely: "I can give you some information, if you won't implicate me. You can do as you like, but keep my name out of it.
There were a great many scientific works in German and English; the rest were French novels in paper covers. This morning he found Chessup weighing out white powders at his desk. In the rack over his bunk was the book with which he had read himself to sleep last night; the title, "Un Crime d'Amour," lettered in black on yellow, caught Claude's eye.
He sat down and sucked his thermometer for a few minutes, then held it out for inspection. Claude looked at it and told him he ought to go to bed. "Then who's to be up and around? No bed for me, tonight. But I will have a hot bath by and by." Claude asked why the ship's doctor didn't do anything and added that he must be as little as he looked. "Chessup?
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