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His work wearies and puzzles him it does not seem to lead him anywhere; he has no gift for games; he is neither amusing nor attractive; he gets no credit for anything, and indeed he deserves none; he ought really to be in a kind of moral sanatorium, guarded, guided, encouraged by wise and faithful and compassionate pastors.
The old doctor used to say my memory was an asset to the sanatorium. He depended on me a good bit the old doctor did and that winter he was pretty feeble. He was in the habit of coming to the spring-house every day to get his morning glass of water and read the papers.
The Rockefeller Foundation is financing the major part of his research work, and he's well enough off to finance the rest himself. Geraldine went with him. Nelda is still recuperating from the shock of her sudden bereavement at a high-priced sanatorium I understand there's a very good-looking young doctor there.
This American nation is equipped and empowered to accomplish that which will adorn the pages of history, to become the envy of the world and be blest in the East and the West for the triumph of its democracy. I pray that this may come to pass, and I ask the blessing of God in behalf of you all. 6 May 1912 Talk at Sanatorium of Dr. C. M. Swingle Cleveland, Ohio
I've been trying to get to the hotel over there, but in the dark I've lost the path." "That's not a hotel," I snapped, for that touched me on the raw. "That's Hope Springs Sanatorium, and this is one of the Springs." "Oh, Hope Springs, internal instead of eternal!" he said. "That's awfully bad, isn't it? To tell you the truth, I think I'd better come in and get some; I'm short on hope just now."
I let the motor skim along at a good rate, and wasn't long in bringing the bunch to the place I had thought of, which happens to be a small, private sanatorium, which isn't known to be one at all, save by those who patronize it and who want to put their loved ones away for a time, secretly.
She is, shall we say, a nurse in a sanatorium for consumptives or, to suppose a case more critical and complicated still, she may herself be a patient in such a sanatorium. There she meets another patient with whom she falls in love.
"Where is the er ah sanatorium?" he blurted out at last. "The what?" she asked. "There is no sanatorium near here, your majesty, unless you refer to the Castle of Blentz." "Is there no asylum for the insane near by?" "None that I know of, your majesty." For a while they moved on in silence, each wondering what the other might do next. Barney had evolved a plan.
Why, all along I've had an indefinite notion that something of the sort was what they were brewing! Don't you see 'private sanatorium'? What more proof do you need of a plot to railroad Marian to a private institution for the insane? 'Legal formalities can wait as you suggest' of course!
A long straight reach of valley, wall-like mountains upon either hand that rise higher and higher and shoot up new summits the higher you climb; a few noble peaks seen even from the valley; a village of hotels; a world of black and white black pine-woods, clinging to the sides of the valley, and white snow flouring it, and papering it between the pine-woods, and covering all the mountains with a dazzling curd; add a few score invalids marching to and fro upon the snowy road, or skating on the ice-rinks, possibly to music, or sitting under sunshades by the door of the hotel and you have the larger features of a mountain sanatorium.
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