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THE PATIENT WHO DISAPPOINTED HER DOCTOR
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hand if I were always bothered by sentimental considerations of the patient's safety?'

Hilda Wade glanced up at me with a sympathetic glance. 'We will pull her through yet,' she murmured, in her soft voice, 'if care and skill can do it. My care and your skill. This is now our patient, Dr. Cumberledge.'


SHE SHOWED NO SIGN OF RECOVERY.It needed care and skill. We watched her for hours, and she showed no sign or gleam of recovery. Her sleep was deeper than either Sebastian's or Hilda's had been. She had taken a big dose, so as to secure immobility: the question now was, would she recover at all from it? Hour after hour we waited, and watched: and not a sign of movement! Only the same deep, slow, hampered breathing, the same feeble, jerky pulse, the same deathly pallor on the dark cheeks, the same corpse-like rigidity of limb and muscle.

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