The Life Everlasting; a reality of romance by Marie Corelli
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"Yes, Miss Harland is ready for you by this time"--and I smiled. "You must tell her I detained you." He nodded in a more or less embarrassed manner, and turning away from me, went rather slowly down the saloon stairs. I gave a sigh of relief when he was gone. I had from the first moment of our meeting recognised in him a mental organisation which in its godless materialism and indifference to consequences, was opposed to every healthful influence that might be brought to bear on his patients for their well-being, whatever his pretensions to medical skill might be. It was to his advantage to show them the worst side of a disease in order to accentuate his own cleverness in dealing with it,--it served his purpose to pamper their darkest imaginings, play with their whims and humour their caprices,--I saw all this and understood it. And I was glad that so far as I might be concerned, I had the power to master him. V AN UNEXPECTED MEETING To spend a few days on board a yacht with the same companions is a very good test of the value of sympathetic vibration in human associations. I found it so. I might as well have been quite alone |
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