The Foreigner - A Tale of Saskatchewan by Pseudonym Ralph Connor
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flank movements have broken down. I shall carry the position with a
straight frontal attack. And I shall succeed. If not, my dear, that little fur tippet thing which you have so resolutely refused to let your eyes rest upon as we pass the Hudson's Bay, is yours." "I don't want it a bit," said his wife. "And you know we can't afford it." "Don't you worry, little girl," said the doctor cheerfully, "practice is looking up. My name is getting into the papers. A few more foreign weddings with attendant killings and I shall be famous." At the Blazowski shack Mrs. French was waiting the doctor, and in despair. A crowd of children appeared to fill the shack and overflow through the door into the sunny space outside, on the sheltered side of the house. The doctor made his way through them and passed into the evil-smelling, filthy room. For Mrs. Blazowski found it a task beyond her ability to perform the domestic duties attaching to the care of seven children and a like number of boarders in her single room. Mrs. French was seated on a stool with a little child of three years upon her knee. "Doctor, don't you think that these children ought to go to the hospital to-day?" she said, as the doctor entered. "Why, sure thing; they must go. Let's look at them." |
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