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Racing with time isn't supposed to be the game for a convalescent, but I'm inclined to think it's the dose you need, just the same. I expect, Jord, that the first time you pull on a pair of rubber boots and go to climbing around a big concrete dam somewhere your heart will break for joy." "My heart will stand anything, so that it's action." "Will it? I thought it might be a bit damaged.
It strikes me you have a good deal of interest in my patients, Jord. Shall I describe the rest of them for you?" Burns looked mischievous, but King did not seem at all disturbed. "Naturally I am interested in a girl you made me bring to the hospital myself. And at present well a fellow feeling, you know. I see how it is myself now. I didn't then." "True enough.
I suppose Jord would have taken that skid for any blamed beggar who got in his way, but of course it didn't take any force off the way he jammed on those brakes when he saw it was a friend he was going to hit. And a friend he was going to maim pretty hard choice to make, wasn't it?
Rushing at the completion of his dressing he gave a hurried explanation, in answer to his wife's anxious inquiry, "It isn't Anne Linton?" "It's worse, it's Jord King. He's had a bad accident confound his recklessness! I'm afraid he's made a mess of it this time for fair, though I can't be sure till I get there." "Where is he?" Ellen's face had turned pale. "At the hospital.
Burns looked at Jordan King. "Ever see that row of white lilacs before, Jord?" he asked with interest. King was staring at it, a strange expression of mingled perplexity and astonishment upon his fine, dark face. After a minute he turned to Burns. "What when where " he stammered, and stopped, gazing again at the lilac hedge and the box-bordered beds with their splashes of bright colour.
"It's a very good thing Jord can't see her at this minute," observed Burns to his wife as he met her in the hall outside the door. "The prettiest convalescent has less appeal for a doctor than a young woman of less good looks in strapping health naturally, for he gets quite enough of illness and the signs thereof.
He came daily, brought all sorts of offerings for the patient's comfort, and always ran up to see his friend, hold his left hand for a minute and smile at him, without a hint in his ruddy face of the wrench at the heart he experienced each time at sight of the steadily increasing devastation showing in the face on the pillow. "You're a trump, Jord," Burns said weakly to him one morning.
I want to take you and Mrs. Alexander King. She wouldn't go a step in Jord's roadster at his pace. And if she would, and we went in pairs, Jord would be always wanting to change off and take you with him and as you very well know I'm not made that way. Stop guessing, Len, and prepare yourself to break down Mrs. King's opposition, if she makes any which I don't expect." Mrs.
She jammed Jord between the car and the ground, injuring his back pretty badly but not permanently, as nearly as I can make out. But she crushed Aleck's right arm so that " He drew a long breath, a difficult breath, and Ellen, listening, cried out against the thing she instantly felt it meant. "O Red! You don't mean " He nodded. "I took it off, an hour afterward at the shoulder."
"Jord," he said, "you don't know it, but I can be a fiend incarnate." "I don't believe it," refused King stoutly. "It's absolutely true. When I get into a red rage I could twist a neck more easily than I can get a grip on myself. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll do it.
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