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"You have heard from Mr. Amherst?" Dr. Garford concluded. "Not yet...he may be travelling," Justine faltered, unwilling to say that her telegram had been returned. As she spoke there was a tap on the door, and a folded paper was handed in a telegram telephoned from the village. "Amherst gone South America to study possibilities cotton growing have cabled our correspondent Buenos Ayres."
Garford or one of his colleagues. In her hospital experience she had encountered cases where the useless agonies of death were mercifully shortened by the physician; why was not this a case for such treatment?
Garford. The other nurses were not in the way it was Wyant who always contrived to be there. Perhaps she was unreasonable in seeing a special intention in his presence: it was natural enough that the two persons in charge of the case should confer together with their chief.
"It's a long time," he said. "Yes." "But Garford can do wonders and she's very strong." Justine shuddered. Just so a skilled agent of the Inquisition might have spoken, calculating how much longer the power of suffering might be artificially preserved in a body broken on the wheel.... "How does she seem to you today?" "The general conditions are about the same.
Garford said...one could never tell...but I know he didn't believe in the chance of recovery...no one did." "Dr. Garford is dead," said Wyant grimly. Amherst strode up to him again. "You scoundrel leave the house!" he commanded. But still Wyant sneeringly stood his ground. "Not till I've finished. I can't afford to let myself be kicked out like a dog because I happen to be in the way.
"Go," he said curtly. Wyant, instead, moved a step nearer. "Just a minute, please. It's only fair to hear my side. Your wife says there was no hope; yet the day before she...gave the dose, Dr. Garford told her in my presence that Mrs. Amherst might live." Again Amherst's eyes addressed themselves slowly to Justine; and she forced her lips to articulate an answer. "Dr.
She admits that Garford was in doubt. But she says the chance was too remote the pain too bad...that's her cue, naturally!" Mrs. Ansell, leaning back in her chair, with hands meditatively stretched along its arms, gave herself up to silent consideration of the fragmentary statements cast before her.
She says she wanted to spare my child she says the doctors were keeping her alive, torturing her uselessly, as a...a sort of scientific experiment.... She forced on me the hideous details...." Mrs. Ansell waited a moment. "Well! May it not be true?" "Wyant's version is different. He says Bessy would have recovered he says Garford thought so too." "And what does she answer? She denies it?" "No.
But his persistence annoyed her, and she was glad when, one afternoon, the surgeon asked him to telephone an important message to town. As soon as the door had closed, Justine said to Dr. Garford: "She is beginning to suffer terribly."
She had often heard Dr. Garford prophesy great things for him; but Dr. Garford had died suddenly during the previous summer, and the loss of this powerful friend was mentioned by Wyant among his misfortunes. Justine was anxious to help him, but her marriage to a rich man had not given her the command of much money.
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