The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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glance at me.
'Homoeopathy? Why, you're an allopath, aren't you?' 'What of that? Do you think I don't understand homoeopathy? I understand it as well as the other! Why, the chemist here among us treats people homeopathically, and he has no learned degree whatever.' 'Oh,' I thought, 'it's a bad look-out!...' 'No, doctor,' I observed, 'you had better treat him according to your usual method.' 'As you please.' The fat man got up and heaved a sigh. 'You are going to him? 'I asked. 'Yes, I must have a look at him.' And he went out. I did not follow him; to see him at the bedside of my poor, sick friend was more than I could stand. I called my man and gave him orders to drive at once to the chief town of the province, to inquire there for the best doctor, and to bring him without fail. There was a slight noise in the passage. I opened the door quickly. The doctor was already coming out of Pasinkov's room. |
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