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The doctor thought that he was grieving for Abel, and said, "I'm just as sorry as yourself. He's a fine lad, with something angelic about the face, when ye separate it from its surroundings. But they've no constitution in that family. It's just the want of strength in him, and not the strength of the fever, this time; for the virulence of the poison's abating.
"He's bad?" Slip said, in alarm. "Poison's workin', Doc?" "Mighty bad!" There was nothing for it. Doctor Grell's night of pleasure had turned into one of life-saving and effort. He sent Slip over to drag away one of the young men from his game, and they rigged up two square trunks and a waterproof tarpaulin into an operating table.
I see the poison's beginning to work in you, March; and if I had time I'd leave the result to time. But I haven't. I've got to know inside of the next week. To come down to business with you, March, I sha'n't start this thing unless I can get you to take hold of it." He seemed to expect some acknowledgment, and March said, "Well, that's very nice of you, Fulkerson." "No, sir; no, sir!
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