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The recital culminated in an incident so painful to the subject of it that he could recount it only in the barest outlines. His listener, however, by the power of his experience and his sympathy, could fill in every detail. A day had come, some six weeks before, when Leaver, though thoroughly worn out by severe and long continued strain, had attempted to operate.
"And I suppose you think you and Mrs. John Leaver are just such another pair?" he said then, to his friend. "Just such another," was the decided answer. The car came to a standstill before a stately stone house, its walls heavy with English ivy. In another minute the entrance doors were open, and the party were inside.
"Trust a woman to confront a man with the unthinkable, and then expect him to take credit for not having been guilty of it! Would I have snatched a juicy bone away from a starving lion? That's what Leaver has been all these months. It's what any man gets to be when his job is taken away from him and he doesn't know when he will get another.
Down by the gate Leaver came to a pause, nodding his head in a thoughtful way. "You are quite right, I believe, both in your conclusions and in your plan for operation. I should go ahead without further delay than is necessary to get him into a bit better condition." "I thought you would agree with me," Burns replied. "I'm gratified that you do. But I'm not going to operate.
For what shall we say, if all these complaints of a character wounded; these declarations of increasing regrets for meeting me; of resentments never to be got over for my seducing her away; these angry commands to leaver her: What shall we say, if all were to mean nothing but MATRIMONY? And what if my forbearing to enter upon that subject come out to be the true cause of their petulance and uneasiness!
Every other woman I know would have put on a string of gold beads or pearls or at least a pendant of some sort." For a moment Leaver forgot to answer. He had not looked at Charlotte since he had first taken his seat.
It looks to me as if to come in dog-tired and drop into this corner with the memory of a good job done would be the best fun I've ever had." "I know," King nodded. "I learned that, too, last spring." "Of course you did. And now, instead of going to work, I've got to take this blamed sea voyage of a month. Van and Leaver are pretty hard on me, don't you think?
The larger of these was a charming apartment, in blue and white, and possessed a small fireplace, in front of which stood a low couch, luxurious with many pillows. "It's rather a feminine looking room for so manly a man as Dr. Leaver," Ellen reflected, as she looked in at it, an hour before his arrival, "but perhaps he's not above enjoying little softnesses of comfort.
In a week or two more I'll turn him loose. Looks pretty healthy, doesn't he?" "I'm entirely able to walk in with Miss Ruston now," said Leaver, standing, hat in hand, in the road, as Charlotte adjusted her belongings and prepared to walk rapidly away. "That's my affair, for a bit longer," and Burns put out a peremptory hand. "Be good and jump in.
Who is he?" demanded King eagerly. "Tell me and I'll get him." "No, no. He could do no more than is being done. I merely get to thinking of him and wishing I could see him. It's my old friend and chum of college days, John Leaver, of Baltimore." "The big surgeon I've heard you and Mrs. Burns speak of? Great heavens, he'd come in a minute if he knew!"
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