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"Well, what did you think of Dr. Ledsmar?" The girl's abrupt question came as a relief to Theron. They were walking along in a darkness so nearly complete that he could see next to nothing of his companion. For some reason, this seemed to suggest a sort of impropriety.
Ledsmar stood for a minute or two, his gaze meditatively following the retreating figure. Then he went in, opening the front door with his right hand, and carrying himself once more as if there were no such thing as rheumatism in the world. He wandered on through the hall into the laboratory, and stopped in front of the row of little tanks full of water.
Ledsmar doesn't even think she is smart or at least he professes the utmost intellectual contempt for her, and says he dislikes her into the bargain. But of course she dislikes him, too, so that's only natural. But I can't understand his denying her great ability." The priest smiled in a dubious way. "Don't borrow unnecessary alarm about that, Mr.
These were tangible, solid qualities, which must always secure respect for her. It was true that she no longer seemed to be very popular among people. He questioned whether men, for instance, like Father Forbes and Dr. Ledsmar would care much about her.
"That means only that his brain is taking a rest as well as his body," remarked Ledsmar. "That is Nature's way of securing an equilibrium of repose of recuperation. He will come out of it with his mind all the fresher and clearer." "I don't believe he knows shucks!" was Alice's comment when she closed the street door upon Dr. Ledsmar.
It is still in circulation in Germany, I believe, on its merits as a serious book. I haven't a copy of the edition in English. THAT was all exhausted by collectors who bought it for its supposed obscenity, like Burton's 'Arabian Nights. Come this way, and I will show you my laboratory." They moved out of the room, and through a passage, Ledsmar talking as he led the way.
Sometimes he thought that it was typhoid, and then again there were symptoms which looked suspiciously like brain fever. The Methodists of Octavius counted no physician among their numbers, and when, on the second day, Alice grew scared, and decided, with Brother Soulsby's assent, to call in professional advice, the only doctor's name she could recall was that of Ledsmar.
He wondered if he might not be a doctor of something else than medicine, and decided upon venturing the question. "Oh, yes, it is medicine," replied Ledsmar. "I am a doctor three or four times over, so far as parchments can make one. In some other respects, though, I should think I am probably less of a doctor than anybody else now living.
My work is to test the probabilities for or against Darwin's theory that hermaphroditism in plants is a late by-product of these earlier forms." "And is his theory right?" asked Mr. Ware, with a polite show of interest. "We may know in the course of three or four hundred years," replied Ledsmar. He looked up into his guest's face with a quizzical half-smile.
He was conscious of a dawning sense of shame at being even tacitly responsible for such a thing. His fancy conjured up the idea of Dr. Ledsmar coming in and beholding this maudlin and unseemly scene, and he felt his face grow hot at the bare thought. Looking through his fingers, Theron all at once saw something which caught at his breath with a sharp clutch.
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