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She grew apprehensive of what he had to tell her. "What is it? What has happened?" "Don't be frightened. They have caught Sartorius. They captured him aboard a fruit-boat in the harbour, about an hour ago. The boat was under sailing orders, bound for a port in Morocco; they think the captain was a friend of Sartorius's. Anyway, they surrounded the doctor in his cabin.
Silence followed, then a stifled sob. Esther's first thought was, "Why does she stand being talked to like that? I wouldn't, not for a moment." It was as if all his latent contempt for the opposite sex was concentrated into that one vitriolic burst. Well ! Some physicians, she knew, practised with hyper-emotional subjects the method of "treating them rough." This was probably Sartorius's idea.
The main part of Ficulnus's life, for instance, is spent in selling sugar, spices and cheese; of Causidicus's in poring over musty volumes of black-letter law; of Sartorius's in sitting, cross-legged, on a board after measuring gentlemen for coats and breeches. What can a story-teller say about the professional existence of these men?
A wild hope rose in her breast. A second later and it perished miserably, as she heard the doctor say: "I'll just give her another shot before I leave. Then she'll be safe for some time. Where is the syringe?" "Here, on the table." A silence, then Sartorius's voice, reflectively: "Humph, you didn't give her quite all of it, did you? There's a bit left."
It astonished her that a man of his age and general health should be doing so well. With this in her mind, she was unprepared for the sober, pessimistic expression of Dr. Sartorius's face when he had finished his examination. He withdrew a little distance from the bed, and beckoned her to follow him. "We must do something," he said in a low tone, frowning at the carpet.
At three o'clock Roger accompanied a small deputation of the police to Sartorius's house. In the main bedroom they found considerable disorder drawers pulled out and their contents strewn about, various signs of hasty leave-taking, though how much of this was due to the doctor's own departure and how much to Holliday's was difficult to determine, as the two men had occupied the same room.
She lay perfectly motionless, pondering the matter idly, not deeply interested. All at once it came to her: they were the portières of the doctor's laboratory; she was in the alcove of the room; this bed that felt so hard and unyielding was Sartorius's bed.... Instantly memory flooded back upon her in a vast wave.
And who do you think she said the doctor was? Sartorius!" "You don't mean it!" "You see, I had just come from Sartorius's house. I had gone there that afternoon to try to get a job. You may imagine how interested I was to find this woman was a patient of the man I expected to work for.
"I have scarcely ever seen Thérèse out walking before. I wonder what has come over her?" Roger said as they quickened their pace again. "What are you in such a hurry for? Don't you want the doctor to see you?" "It isn't that; I only feel I'd like to be home first," Esther excused herself, not quite sure of her own reasons for trying to escape Sartorius's notice. "Rubbish.
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