Bella Donna - A Novel by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"And cannot that something be depressed by misfortune?" "I did not say I had had any misfortune." "Nor did I say so. Let us put it this way then--cannot that something be depressed?" "To a certain degree, of course. But keep your body in perfect health, and you ought to be immune from extreme depression. And I believe you are immune. Frankly, Doctor Meyer Isaacson, I don't think you are right. I am sure something is out of order in my body. There must be some pressure somewhere, some obscure derangement of the nerves, something radically wrong." "Try another doctor. Try a nerve specialist--a hypnotist, if you like: Hinton Morris, Scalinger, or Powell Burnham; I fear I cannot help you." "So it seems." She got up slowly. And still her movements were careless, but always full of a grace that was very individual. "Remember," she said, "that I have spoken to you so frankly in your capacity as a physician." "All I hear in this room I forget when I am out of it." "Truly?" she said. |
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