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What you want for radical cure is the restoration of the old ability to use without abusing. In other words, you want a man made right again as to his rational power of self-control, by which he becomes master of himself in all the degrees of his life, from the highest to the lowest." "All very well," remarked Dr. Hillhouse, who had joined them while Mr. Elliott was speaking.
Dr. Hillhouse ought to see her right away. But you do look awful, sir!" The nurse fixed her eyes upon him in a half-wondering stare. Mr. Ridley broke from her, and passing up the stairs in two or three long strides, made his way to the bath-room, where in a few moments he changed as best he could his disordered appearance, and then hurried to his wife's chamber.
"There were no especially bad symptoms when you left, beyond the state of partial coma?" "No. Her respiration had become easy, and she presented the appearance of one in a quiet sleep." "Nature is doing all for her that can be done," returned Dr. Hillhouse. "I will see her as early as practicable.
"Oh, we're so glad you are come. Why didn't you get here last night?" "Because I lay over at General Putnam's headquarters," said her father. "Oliver, you will find Captain Seymour and Lieutenant Hillhouse on the porch. See that their horses be taken and fed, and bid them come to breakfast."
Letter from the father on economies and political views. Morse deprecates lack of spirit in New England and rejoices at Wellington's victories. Allston's poems. Morse coat-of-arms. Letter of Joseph Hillhouse. Letter of exhortation from his mother. Morse wishes to stay longer in Europe. Amused at mother's political views. The father sends more money for a longer stay.
Miss Villets blessedly left her alone. Humming, fluttering pages with delighted fingers, Carol sat cross-legged on the floor, the magazines in heaps about her. She found pictures of New England streets: the dignity of Falmouth, the charm of Concord, Stockbridge and Farmington and Hillhouse Avenue. The fairy-book suburb of Forest Hills on Long Island.
How he reached there at last I do not know he must have been in some station-house until daylight; but when I saw him, his pitiable suffering and alarmed face made my heart ache. He had killed his wife! He, or the wine he found at Mr. Birtwell's? Which?" Doctor Hillhouse was nervous and excited, using stronger language than was his wont.
As time wore on Doctor Hillhouse grew more and more undecided. No matter how grave or difficult an operation might be, he had always, when satisfied of its necessity, gone forward, looking neither to the right nor to the left.
"Which brings us face to face with the question whether or not alcoholic stimulants are hurtful to the delicate and wonderfully complicated machinery of the human body. I say alcoholic, for we know that all the stimulation we get from wine or beer comes from the presence of alcohol." While Doctor Hillhouse was speaking, the office bell rang violently.
"No; but Mrs. Carlton is beginning to feel a sense of tightness and oppression, as though the lump, whatever it may be, were beginning to press upon some of the blood-vessels." "Nothing serious, I imagine," replied Dr. Hillhouse, speaking with a lightness of manner he did not feel. "I will call about twelve o'clock. Tell Mrs. Carlton to expect me at that time." Mr.
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