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Seven Wives and Seven Prisons; Or, Experiences in the Life of a Matrimonial Monomaniac. a True Story by L. A. Abbott
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went to the lake and I walked up to Lake Village.

I soon found Mr. Blaisdell's house, and as the servant who came to
the door informed me that Mr. Blaisdell was not at home, I asked to
see Mrs. Blaisdell, And was shown in to that lady. She was not quite
the "hogshead" the landlord declared her to be, but she was one of
the worst cases of dropsy I had ever seen. I introduced myself to
her, told her my profession, and that I had called upon her in the
hope of being able to afford her some relief; that I wanted nothing
for my services unless I could really benefit her.

"O, Doctor," said she, "you can do nothing for me; in the past
twelve years I have had at least forty different doctors, and none
of them have helped me."

"But there can be no harm in trying the forty-first;" and as I said
it I took from my vest pocket and held out in the palm of my hand
some pills:

"Here, madame, are some pills made from a simple blossom, which
cannot possibly harm you, and which, I am sure, will do you a great
deal of good."

"O, Mary!" she exclaimed to her niece, who was in attendance upon
her, "this is my dream! I dreamed last night that my father appeared
to me and told me that a stranger would come with a blossom in his
hand; that he would offer it to me, and that if I would take it I
should recover. Go and get a glass of water and I will take these
pills at once."

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