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Updated: May 16, 2025
"And that, Marcella, is just what I told you yon day we drove to Pitleathy. They're all patched or I should say we're all patched. Either bodily, mentally or spiritually there are holes torn in us, and we've to be so busy patching them up from collapsing that we've no time to grow. As time goes on and we learn better there'll be less patching.
He stopped talking as they drove into the main street of Pitleathy, and while he was with his patient at a little house in the middle of the street Marcella sat thinking. Loose ends of his talk floated about in her grasping mind and she collected them to make him fasten them down when he came back.
Marcella knew nothing of this if she thought of it at all, she would have thought that the doctor just happened, as everything else in her life, by chance. "Marcella, you're not looking the thing," he said. "Hop up beside me. I've not seen you for ages. Let us have a talk. I've to drive along to Pitleathy and I'll drop you here on my way back."
"But do you think he'll have me?" she said tremulously when she could speak again. "He'll need to," said her aunt calmly. "Anyway, if he doesn't someone else will," said Marcella casually. To her hitherto the world had meant Lashnagar, Pitleathy and Carlossie. She had never been as far as Edinburgh.
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