Eugene Aram — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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"Oh! another patient," thought the Doctor; "these soldiers are careless fellows--often get into scrapes. Yes, friend, I'm at your service." The Corporal showed the man of phials into the back-parlour, and, hemming thrice, looked sheepish, as if in doubt how to begin. It was the Doctor's business to encourage the bashful. "Well, my good man," said he, brushing off, with the arm of his coat, some dust that had settled on his inexpressibles, "so you want to consult me?" "Indeed, your honour, I do; but--feel a little awkward in doing so--a stranger and all." "Pooh!--medical men are never strangers. I am the friend of every man who requires my assistance." "Augh!--and I do require your honour's assistance very sadly." "Well--well--speak out. Any thing of long standing?" "Why, only since we have been here, Sir." "Oh, that's all! Well." "Your honour's so good--that--won't scruple in telling you all. You sees as how we were robbed--master at least was--had some little in my pockets--but we poor servants are never too rich. You seems such a kind gentleman--so attentive to master--though you must have felt how |
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