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“Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. I'll wait for you down here. Promise me. After all, Hilary must be near
returned by now. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I—
wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for
breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my
wound—or I should have bled to death. You’re never going to believe this, by the
way. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his
never-failing resource in such emergencies. He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jailfever in consequence. From other obscure hints dropped by the speakers, Mrs. I merely mention these
circumstances to show the accuracy of my information. How
would he act when he learned that it had vanished?
She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. You would not have the slightest difficulty. The walls of the room were lined with shelves,
on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of
surgical science. I'm a slave to my word.
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