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Leaver turned to Miss Mathewson. He drew off the masking gauze from his head, showing a flushed, moist face and eyes a little bloodshot. But his voice was as quiet as ever as he said: "I've never had finer assistance from any one, Miss Mathewson. If you had been trained to work opposite me you couldn't have done better." "You work much like Dr. Burns," she said, modestly. "That made it easy."
But when you don't know which it is, but judge by the richness of the gown that the wearer can afford them " "I'm no judge of the richness of a gown." "I am, then. That is the most wonderful lace anybody can see at least any woman." "Tell me, Miss Everett," Leaver made a determined effort to get away from the personal aspect of the subject, "why does a woman love jewels?
You can't imagine how glad we are to be here now, even though we can't help a bit." "You can help, you do. And I know what it means to Red to have his beloved friend come to him." "Then I hope you know what it means to me to come," said John Leaver.
It was not very long before Leaver was breathing more easily, and a trace of colour had come back to his face. He moved his head and tried to speak naturally: "I am rather ashamed of myself " "You've no business to be. When a fellow is played out Nature takes her innings and she takes all that's coming to her.
"He is so interested in your recovery, Dr. Leaver, that he is willing, anxious, to spare me. There are other capable assistants, plenty of them." "But none trained to his hand, as you are trained." In spite of herself, the quick colour rose in a wave and bathed her face in its tell-tale glow. He smiled. "I see. It's worth everything to an operator to have a right-hand man or woman like that.
He's about fourteen or fifteen, I should say." "Who is he? Do you know him?" "Leaver is the name, sir. To tell you the truth, I don't know him as well as I know his father. His father is a 'lifer' for manslaughter. I've known him both in and out of gaol. And when I was coming out four months ago Bob Leaver, this here boy's father, asked me to look up his family and send him word about them.
"It was a raw November night," she began, "and though it did not exactly storm, the wind moaned and raged through the trees, blowing the fallen leaver about in gusts, and making a pleasant fire seem doubly cheerful. The large hickory logs were roaring and blazing in our huge fireplace and my father, my mother, my two brothers, and myself were gathered around the fire.
I know a great change has been wrought, somehow, thanks to a man who insisted on having his own way when I didn't want to let him. You expect to stay in this cottage all winter?" "All winter, and all spring. Imagine us by a splendid fire in this good fireplace." "I hope it won't smoke on windy days." Leaver looked doubtfully at it.
What is friendship for, if not to make the most of?" Burns turned and looked at him, then at his wife, then back at Leaver. There was a strange expression in his hazel eyes; they seemed suddenly on fire beneath the heavy dark eyebrows. He took off his hat and ran his hand through his coppery thick locks. Then: "Are you serious, Jack?" he questioned. "Or are you trying the biggest kind of a bluff?"
"I'm so sorry you are not to be here at dinner," Ellen said, as Miss Ruston repacked her small travelling bag, while the car waited outside to take her to the station. "I should have liked you to meet our guest, Dr. Leaver. He is an old friend of my husband's, who has been ill and is here convalescing.
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