medicine-flasks

Updated: May 22, 2025

The physician, long since dead, and an old man at that date, was exceeding silent, eyeing everybody with an anxious corrugation of brows over sharp eyes, and he had always a nervous clutch of his hands to accompany the glance, as if for lancets or the necks of medicine-flasks, never leaving a patient, unless he had killed or cured.

Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman - The Heart's Highway