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Updated: May 10, 2025
I think I like that exp'ession I saw on the noozpapeh, wheh it says: 'Long biffo the appointed owwa, thousan' of flashing tawches and tas'eful t'anspa'encies with divuz devices whose blazing effulgence turn' day into night. Thass a ve'y talented style, in fact. Well, au 'evoi', Doctah. I'm going ad the an' thass anotheh thing I like 'tis faw the ladies to 'ing bells that way on the balconies.
"No, suh," replied the man; "he's gone ter see de young cullud gal w'at fainted w'en de doctah was wid you yistiddy." Tryon sat down at the doctor's desk and hastily scrawled a note, stating that business compelled his immediate departure. He thanked the doctor for courtesies extended, and left his regards for the ladies.
"Reely, I cann' tell you; but thass one thing, Doctah, I dunno if you 'ave notiz: the worl' halways take a gweat deal of welfa'e in a man w'en 'e's 'ising. I do that myseff. Some'ow I cann' 'e'p it." This bold speech was too much for him. He looked down at his symmetrical legs and went back to his desk. The Doctor was far from reassured. After a silence he called out:
"All I can be suspected of will seem probable; the truth only is incredible." His head began to sink and a pallor to overspread his face. "Allez, Monsieur, allez," cried Clotilde to Raoul, a picture of beautiful terror which he tried afterward to paint from memory, "appelez Doctah Kin!"
"Uh-ah! quite right, Doctah, quite right! Fine young lady, fine young lady. Old stock, yes indeed! Beechams o' Fehginny. Too bad Cousin Sarann Clayton keeps heh so close like. She fitten to be received, sah, to be received!" "Yes, indeed," assented the doctor. "Yes, sah. Now, ain't that the young lady a-comin' down the walk?"
The questioner controlled himself. "M-hum," he responded, with a contraction of the eyes. Raoul waited an instant for some kindlier comment, and finding the hope vain, suddenly assumed a look of delighted admiration. "Hi, yi, yi! Doctah, 'ow you har lookingue fine." The true look of the doctor was that he had not much longer to live.
Narcisse had already apologized by two or three gestures to each of his hearers. "Misses Itchlin Mistoo Itchlin," he shook his head and smiled skeptically, "you think you kin admiah Doctah Seveeah mo' than me? 'Tis uzeless to attempt. 'With all 'is fault I love 'im still." Richling and his wife both spoke at once. "But John and I," exclaimed Mary, electrically, "love him, faults and all!"
She leaned against the gate, peering out through the bars. The road stretched white through the gathering darkness in the direction of the little cottage. "Oh, I want to go home so bad!" she sobbed. "I want to see my mothah." She laid her hand irresolutely on the latch, pushed the gate ajar, and then hesitated. "No, I promised the doctah I'd stay," she thought.
When Dr. Payson came in, at 11:30, the sleepy Jackson forgot to mention the dispatch. The next morning as Jackson was cleaning the professional boots in the kitchen and chatting with the cook, the thought of the yellow envelope came back to his brain. He went up the stairs with such precipitation that the cook screamed, thinking he had a fit. "Doctah!
Patsy's heart bled as he heard the doctor talking to his mother: "Now, there can't be any foolishness about this," he said. "You've got to stay in bed and not get yourself damp." "How long you think I got to lay hyeah, doctah?" she asked. "I'm a doctor, not a fortune-teller," was the reply. "You'll lie there as long as the disease holds you."
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