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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Be quick about it, Jack." "All right, David. I had a talk with Minna yesterday, about Mr. Keller's illness. Is it true that he was cured out of the blue-glass bottle?" "Perfectly true. "Look here, David! I have been thinking of it all night. I was cured out of the blue-glass bottle." I suddenly stood still, with my eyes riveted on his face.
It never moved until the bearers of the dead hid him from her when they entered the room. The procession passed out. Jack, at Mr. Keller's command, followed last. Standing back at the doorway, Madame Fontaine caught him by the arm as he came out. "You were half asleep this morning," she whispered. "You are not half asleep now. How did you get the blue-glass bottle? I insist on knowing."
So did a neighboring storekeeper, a tall, lean, grave young man, clean-shaven, coatless and vestless, with a blue-glass stud on his collarless white shirt. Apparently there was no danger of customers walking away with his goods, for he left his store-door open to all comers, not once glancing thitherward in the half-hour he sat with us on a stick of timber, in which he pensively carved his name.
One of the bottles rose higher by an inch or two than any of the others. He drew that one out first to look at it, and discovered the "blue-glass bottle." From that moment all idea of trying the effect on Mrs. Wagner of the treacherous "remedy" in his pocket vanished from his mind. He had secured the inestimable treasure, known to him by his own experience.
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