Back to Back - Night Watches, Part 1. by W. W. Jacobs
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closed both of his.
"I 'ad my back hurt in the collision," he said, after a long pause. "I 'ad to be helped 'ome. So far it seems to get worse, but I 'ope for the best." "Dear me," said the visitor; "how sad! I suppose it has been coming on for a long time. Most of these back cases do. At least all the doctors say so." "It was done in the collision," said Mr. Scutts, mildly but firmly. "I was as right as rain before then." The visitor shook his head and smiled. "Ah! you would have great difficulty in proving that," he said, softly; "in fact, speaking as man to man, I don't mind telling you it would be impossible. I'm afraid I'm exceeding my duty, but, as you're the last on my list, suppose--suppose we say forty pounds. Forty! A small fortune." He added some more gold to the pile on the table, and gently tapped Mr. Scutts's arm with the end of the pen. "Good afternoon," said the invalid. The visitor, justly concerned at his lack of intelligence, took a seat on the edge of the bed and spoke to him as a friend and a brother, but in vain. Mr. Scutts reminded him at last that it was medicine-time, after which, pain and weakness permitting, he was going to try to get a little sleep. |
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