Buried Alive: a Tale of These Days by Arnold Bennett
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"That's right," said the doctor. "When he came to my surgery this
morning I advised him to go to bed." Then followed a brief awkward pause, during which Priam Farll coughed and the doctor rubbed his hands and hummed a fragment of melody. "By Jove!" the thought flashed through the mind of Farll. "This chap's shy, I do believe!" And through the mind of the doctor, "Here's another of 'em, all nerves!" They both instantly, from sheer good-natured condescension the one to the other, became at ease. It was as if a spring had been loosed. Priam shut the door and shut out the ray of the street lamp. "I'm afraid there's no light here," said he. "I'll strike a match," said the doctor. "Thanks very much," said Priam. The flare of a wax vesta illumined the splendours of the puce dressing-gown. But Dr. Cashmore did not blench. He could flatter himself that in the matter of dressing-gowns he had nothing to learn. "By the way, what's wrong with him, do you think?" Priam Farll inquired in his most boyish voice. "Don't know. Chill! He had a loud cardiac murmur. Might be anything. That's why I said I'd call anyhow to-night. Couldn't come any sooner. |
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